Website of poet Elizabeth Rimmer

New month, new season

This was Tuesday. look at it, all new buds and promises

The jasmine on the yard had another go at flowering –

the pond had no ice for the first time in over two months

But this morning it was snowing again. There’s not much at this level, and what there is, is melting fast, but the hills are all outlined in white again, and up north the traffic is having a hard time.

By the river things are looking battered and bleak.

It will take a week or two for the new growth to green up. But there’s something in the air. The migrating birds are beginning to get restless and there was a blackbird near the top of a sapling rowan tuning up for the coming spring.






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