Photo courtesy John Walker
The grey clouds, featureless and low
Bring moisture from the southern seas
As winter waits not far away
And other forces hold their sway
Rain falls where frost has lately lain
Across this land of leafless trees
A patchwork still of sleeping green
Adds colour to the wintry scene
The annuals are still alive
Within their pots upon the wall
Somewhat bedraggled now it’s true
But precious are their days so few
Flowers of the rose in frozen joy
It seems, dance still upon the breeze
As blackbirds dart in search of fare
Within that movement always there
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Oh for some rain and mist! We’re in the middle of a snowstorm here, Jan.
Lovely piece of writing.
Thanks, Paul. We’re having a mild winter up to now which suits me just fine
Lovely, Jan – the weather’s a bit confused this season in the North – pics from my sister-in-law show the birches turning green again in the part of Sweden in which she lives
Thanks, bb. We never go north to avoid the risk of a temperature drop
Having said that, I know that southern Sweden can get quite hot in summer.
Australia seems to have entered a period of weather extremes
Hey Jan, love that pic and the poem goes with it so well, winter definitely setting in here.
Hi Bob and thanks. The weather in NY is generally the opposite of what we have here, due to Rossby long waves in the upper atmosphere