A cold, grim day
even the clouds look forlorn

wind shrieks right through my core
I feel as fragile as a paper bag
caught in the bitter onslaught.

Autumn is just about hanging on
there’s a few stubborn trees left
hanging onto their crimson attire
fighting for all they’re worth.

The rest stand bare
as lifeless as mannequins,
cold, desolate, stark,

the whole world
is grey. . .

but soon spring will be here
and breathe life
into everything once more,

have patience, hope
and faith will follow
all you need to do
is believe in tomorrow.



  1. avian101

    Very nice poem Becky! I wish it was Spring already! 🙂


  2. Oh this is lovely Becky and perfect for this time post Christmas when everything is so dreary. A poem of hope and the beauty to come! xx


    • It’s easy to forget the beauty which is just around the corner – spring! Thank you Christine 🙂 xx

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  3. Hi Becky, this is truly beautiful. The last paragraph is very touching to my life right now. Glad to be reconnecting with you and your lovely writing! 🙂

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    • Thank you! Lovely to hear from you again Donna. Glad you could connect with this piece 🙂 xx


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