glistens winter greenery
stray drip-drops from the eaves
out of sync with unruly rain
bare branches, warmed by the sun, wave lazily in cold breezes
rusty grass skeletons bob fitfully
traffic rolls by
in a hurry to get somewhere
bright pinks, oranges and reds ~
a schoolyard troop
saunters by with their guardians.
Sunshine brightens colours,
leans shadows all around
finds depth in this ordinary afternoon.
“February is the uncertain month, neither black nor white
but all shades between by turns. Nothing is sure.”
~ Gladys Hasty Carroll
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