Winter and spring

Ceaseless
Careless
Boundless
Unimpeded

The wind blows
from the Arctic wastes
of distant Canada
intensely cold

Warmed across the
vastness of the Atlantic
battling the moist warmth
of tropical breezes

Another gale batters
the ancient stones
and towering fortresses
of the Hebridean coasts

Transient snowflakes and
hailstones clatter insouciant
on the paving stones
of our old town

Winter seems
ceaseless
merciless
endless

What do I spy
shyly opening
where I left them
in November

Little crocuses
daffodils
and perhaps
a tulip or two

The days have
imperceptibly
but inexorably
lengthened

The equinox
approaches rapidly
Only three more weeks
and day equals night

Only a few more weeks
before we hear
the weak calls
of the newborn lambs

Spring is moving north
with the sun
We'll see it
however late

A sunny day

Where
are
the clouds
today

What
is
that bright orb
in the sky

For the first time
in 2015
the clouds
have gone on holiday

They needed it
In our skies
day in
day out

The February sun
lit up our town
lit up our island
as if it was summer

Tomorrow
will be back
to normal
Cloud cover

Force eight
will scare
our ferries
to stay in port

Spring approaches

Slowly
the calendar
flips its pages
towards spring

The sun rises
across the southern skies
higher up
each day

Is it a little less cold
just this week?
Has the wind
taken a holiday?

The distant hills
shimmer white
across the miles
of sea

Winter is still
firmly in control
Don't be fooled
six weeks to go yet