February, a cruel month of searing wind rain snow and frost.
A working day begins with layer upon layer of clothes to keep you warm on your journey
Most to be discarded on arrival.
Or scraping of windscreen, rubbing of hands together, stamping of feet to ward off the cold.
A retired February day begins with coffee, warm coffee steaming and a shivery look beyond to see what’s what, a look at the forecast, broadcast only for me, it seems.
I plan a walk, with gloves and scarf, boots and warm socks.
Into the country seeking solace with thoughts of my own, that I own, not paid for by others.
Skylarks calling and chittering their haphazard song of warning of Buzzards gliding hanging waiting to swoop.
Crows mobbing raptors to scoot them away from their territory, calling harshly in the ever-present wind.
The wind that sears and scolds my bare face, carrying rain or snow against my endeavour.
Passing a copse that gives temporary shelter, with birds singing in it, then past back into the blast of winter in full fury.
Oh, the joy of being free to please myself, to observe a month, I once thought of as hell.
I now realise has life, lots of life, lots of fun, lots of love, for me to enjoy.
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Author:
JonathanB (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I have never really enjoyed this time of year before, as I was working for the last 44 years, and it always just seemed bleak and miserable. Now I have retired, and walking quite a bit (at first to ward off type 2 diabetes), I'm really appreciating it, and seeing lots of wildlife I had previously taken for granted.
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Good write J.
Welcome to the retirement realm.
It’s a wonderful place free of the rat race. Been here for seven years and never looked back. Wonderful capture here!
Thank you John, that means a lot
You enjoying that February there? What's left of it?!
I'm gonna enjoy Feb 29, 30, and 31 -non-existent. lol.
Hope you enjoy that March, April, etc, too!
Can't deny I'm looking forward to warmer weather TBH
Good read, J.B.
Welcome to my glorious world of Nature's beauty that becomes such a wonder in retirement. Keep walking with it Jonathan and remember the coffee will always be waiting for you.
Andy
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