The Clocks Go Forward at last
I need summer like never before. Winter was wicked
The Clocks Go Forward at last
The clocks leap forward, stealing an hour,
dragging the light from winter’s grip.
Frost-bitten winds retreat at last,
their wicked claws dulled by the sun.
Dark months howled through brittle bones,
iced breath curling in empty streets.
Now, buds dare to break the silence,
petals whisper of warmer days.
Time shifts, the sky grows golden,
shadows stretching softer, slow.
Winter’s ghost still lingers, fading.
The summer calls, and we need to go.
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George’s Girl 2026
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites
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Comments (3)
Since living in the Central time zone in the US in Louisiana about mid-March the temps have been anywhere from the high 50's to now the mid to upper 80's and humid. I miss the North that now is warm but not humid.
I feel the same, Thankyou for sharing xx
wow.....😮😮