Last Winter Sun
The sun is wan today,
A last winter sun
Spring has been promised
Through the weather
Turns so far
And parochial nature
Will not disappoint
A tiding of her own
New days come forth
In warming days up north
Last Winter Sun
The sun is wan today,
A last winter sun
Spring has been promised
Through the weather
Turns so far
And parochial nature
Will not disappoint
A tiding of her own
New days come forth
In warming days up north
In conversation, I prefer Christopher. My mom named me after Christopher Robin, after all. In writing, I use “C L Couch” (or, more simply, “c l couch”) because the form is genderless and also frankly easier to use. I have awful writer’s cramp. I am an educator more or less retired, more or less due to disability. At present, I live in Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania (USA). My writing here I mean to be occasional and also devotional. Either or both. The banner and profile photographs are by my friend and peer Debra Danielson. More of Debbie’s work to be enjoyed is at debradanielson.org. Thanks to each of you and both and all for coming to my blog.
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March 22, 2016 at 7:35 am
Oh. I heard it is the first day of spring yet it is still cold? Be safe, Christopher! 😀
March 23, 2016 at 12:09 am
Thanks, Rosema. Please be safe as well. The weekend was winter-like. Today was great. Cool day followed by a chilly night. For me, just right.
March 24, 2016 at 4:55 am
I love this Spring poem. Your word choice is always a beauty to behold!
March 24, 2016 at 10:40 pm
You gift me with wonderful descriptors, Dajena. Thank you.