clouds and sky

clouds and sky
spruce tree branches still
reading poems
that offer hope
and rest

Monday grey sky

Monday grey sky
and raindrops
on the windows
how green the trees
and gardens

books to read
and reread
spring sunrise

reading poems
and writing too
the seasons
always new

gifts of beauty
and simplicity
flowers

this year I see
the beauty
of February
more clearly

peaceful
sky and trees
the gardens
rest and
I read

and the gardens
will grow

clouds and yet
enough light
to fill a jam jar
with the last
of the carnations

late-day sun
on the gravestones
we shall meet again

I came across this poem in my archives. My parents had January birthdays, in 1915 and 1917.