Crocus

Jackie Darnbrough

Winter’s darkened days
now stretching minute by minute
to meet a lightened sky.
And I emerge slowly,
verdant tip of spring,
peeping from behind
cold glass

Snow

by Sophie Patel

Snow on the sills
Snow on the hills
Snow on the tree tops
But not on me:
The heat of the fire
The smell of hot chocolate
Indoors is the best place to be

Homeless and Hopeless

by David Honeybell

It’s so quiet and peaceful to sleep under the stars,
on a warm summer’s night you can sleep feeling easy.
Until at three in the morning, just before light,
the birds in their roosts, awake and take flight. Continue reading “Homeless and Hopeless”