Spring – not (A pantoum)
The grey skies that darken, should be blue.
Rain tumbles on the sodden ground.
White snowdrops bob their fairy heads.
Purple crocus push through the earth.
Rain tumbles on the sodden ground.
The wind rages with its bitter blast.
Purple crocus push through the earth.
Bright spring sun hides its warmth.
The wind rages with its bitter blast.
White snowdrops bob their fairy heads.
Bright spring sun hides its warmth.
The grey skies that darken, should be blue.
The writing task at Winsford Writer’s meeting today was to write a pantoum poem about Spring but today wasn’t a very spring like day!
pennyluker 