February

Clear, cold and blue,
the tiny birdhouse swings
shadows onto the lap fencing,
watching it fade
disappointed by clouds,
smiling as it reinvents
its' worth,
a simple promise of
warmth and life.







Poetry by shells
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Written on 2013-02-18 at 18:35

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Ferenc Inigo Beck
February promise. Thanks for that. It's such a somber month.I'll remember this when bleak February rolls 'round again.(because it's normally hateful)
Frank
2013-03-26



You caught the warmth and the chill of this most contrary of months : )
2013-02-19


John Ashleigh
A relevant and realistic tribute to the slow change of season. Beautifully simplistic and truly powerful. A fantastic poem, shells. Thankyou for sharing. *applaud*

Regards,
John.
2013-02-19