John Rickell

Rookie - 144 Points (november 1945 / York)

Valentine's Day


No need to know the date
no calendar for them
but a warming sun.
balmy air and shelter
from the rain that
feeds the daffodil.
I am heartened by
their industry, the
cheer filled cries of
early morning breakfasts,
seeds and suet cake.

I feel the surge
that nature wrought,
February cold and bleak.
Soon spring will come
and we shall join the
birds and fox and crow,
divest our winter clothes,
sharing supplications
with fair Demeter's
fruitful earth.

Submitted: Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, February 12, 2014

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