NO ANSWER

I see you clearly,
whistling about the house,
happy in the mundane tasks
we shared together.

Apart now,
I reach out to hear your voice.
A sparrow rests upon my touch
as it thins through the air.

The shrill mock teases the silence
in the empty room.
Nightmare-waiting distances
the vanishing point of our separate paths.

“I love you,” remains unspoken
but…holding on.

© Marion Sharville

FEBRUARY

Crisp January cleansed. The old year’s dead
and shriven as spring lambs we can’t evade
the dreary days, the month that lies ahead.
Like purgatory, the crossing must be made.

Bleak February’s world is monochrome,
with all its colours drained and stored for Spring.
It seems the year has set its heart of stone
to sharpen up the rain for added sting.

The shortest month, yet longest to endure,
March bides its time to have its gusty fling.
Though leaden skies are clamped down and secure,
the sun may peep but does not warm a thing.

A dreaded month when all is said and done
and yet…the snowdrops do not fear to come.
© Marion Sharville

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