The chill of winter shows it's face
No beams of greeting or of cheer
Heads now bowed against swirling wind
Umbrellas up for teeming rain
So we dream of spring's warmer days
We drive slowly in a downpour
Or throw sticks to our dog Bruce
Not just watching from window pane
How long 'til sweet Summer's song
First signs with Shrike Tit's sweet trill
Cold now gone, free to bare my knees
So dear Sun you do keep me sane
Image found at https://www.wombatbend.com/our-crested-shrike-tits-are-back/
Such a tender poem..long may the sun shine on you
ReplyDeleteI forget that you are down under, Robin, and as we slide into summer, you’re sliding into winter. You conveyed the wintry atmosphere so well in the lines:
ReplyDelete‘Heads now bowed against swirling wind
Umbrellas up for teeming rain’.
charming poem :)
ReplyDelete'Sweet summer's song first signs with Shrike Tit's sweet trill' rolls particularly satisfyingly on the tongue!
ReplyDeleteI echo your sentiments!
ReplyDeleteI agree. Throughout the long winters and springs, the promise of spring and SUN keeps one sane!
ReplyDeleteSun sings sanity to most of us, doesn't it? Warmer days are the best!
ReplyDeleteHope is a good balance against meaner seasons. :)
ReplyDeleteThis is such a stunning write, Robin!❤️
ReplyDeleteAmazing to contemplate your winter in our summer heat. Loved this poem, especially Bruce the dog. Smiles.
ReplyDeletefacing summer hear it sounds strange that other see winter.
ReplyDeleteWe are finally, solidly, on the sunnier days in Pennsylvania and I am loving it! My dog, being some sort of polar bear in corgi clothing, isn't. :D
ReplyDeleteyes the sun does keep us sane...thank goodness for that bright ball in the sky...bkm
ReplyDeleteSome delightful lines in this … loved the baring of the knees and the last line (of each stanza) rhyme.
ReplyDeleteSomehow the vision of your bared knees amused me. A different warmth.
ReplyDeleteA sweet seasonal ponder Robin. Being accustommed to your rhyming ways, i was a little stumped after Verse One, ah but how incredible subtle this one. End lines rhyming. Bravo
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by my sumie Dunday this week
Muchđź’™love
Woolly socks and hot cocoa time..we shall hibernate and think summer thoughts until the Spring:)
ReplyDeleteLove the poem, Bruce, and that bird!
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