Oh, cold Winter come
and cleanse with frost and snow, land
draped in Autumn mud.
by Scooj
Oh, cold Winter come
and cleanse with frost and snow, land
draped in Autumn mud.
by Scooj
A left hand sun dog
hanging in the freezing sky
Winter’s on the way.
by Scooj
Mildest of weeks; this
prolonged seasonal stasis
is bewildering.
by Scooj
A blocking high sits
obligingly overhead
warming Autumn hearts.
by Scooj
When a rainbow comes
I remember my cousin
who died much too young.
by Scooj
Heavy rain again;
another Summer washout
testing my patience.
by Scooj
Three ladies in black;
has the Summer come to this?
or did someone die?
By Scooj