Snow, snow and … less snow (in sunny Devon!)
While Scotland and northern counties in the UK still struggle through snow, unusually deep and unusually early for the winter season, we only had around an inch. And it only lasted a day or two – just long enough for me to snap Robin in the snow as he visited to demand his daily ham fat.
But it was the snowman who attracted the muse … hope you enjoy these seasonal poems!
As white as a cloth on a table,
As white as a cloud in the sky,
As white as the paper I write on,
As white as dots on a die,
As white as the frame round the window,
Where I sit and look out feeling blue,
Last night, while I slept, you melted,
And nothing is white without you.
Here lies a carrot
And some lumps of coal
The remains of Snowman
Rest his soul
poems © Celia Warren 2010