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
I prefer Christopher in conversation. In writing, I use C L Couch because it’s a genderless form of my name and, frankly, easier—I have severe writer’s cramp. I mean to be a poet writing spiritual and occasional verse. The photographs used permanently here—for the banner, for my profile—were taken by Debra Danielson, a photographer and friend. You may enjoy more of her work at debra.danielson.org. If you would credit me when quoting my work, I'd be thankful. As I am thankful for your presence here.
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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.