Crocus

Jackie Darnbrough

Winter’s darkened days
now stretching minute by minute
to meet a lightened sky.
And I emerge slowly,
verdant tip of spring,
peeping from behind
cold glass

Snow

by Sophie Patel

Snow on the sills
Snow on the hills
Snow on the tree tops
But not on me:
The heat of the fire
The smell of hot chocolate
Indoors is the best place to be