January Blues
Grey….thoughts and skies, no colour;
tho’ a bright white sky insists the sun will shine later, but I am not sure;
You are all gone far away now that Christmas cheer is past,
And I must collect my thoughts and hope together to forge ahead.
Glimpses of hope in the garden arouse my interest;
The yellow hellebore’s head is drooping
But underneath her nodding face is smiling.
Nature, once more, becomes my healer.