
Chill wind in my face,
a cat watching from inside.
Heating on all day.
Copyright Francis 2021

Chill wind in my face,
a cat watching from inside.
Heating on all day.
Copyright Francis 2021

The day snow returned,
buds showing on the blackthorn —
chilblains on my toes
Copyright Francis 2021

Walking winter woods,
a muntjac’s prints
lead the way ahead —
a twig breaks
*(This still conforms to seventeen syllables but in a four line format)
Copyrigh Francis 2021
I have two poems (Lilbourne and Summer Queen) in this great Anthology from Milk and Cake Press. It examines the dark, the supernatural, and the uncanny of a long, cold winter. As we move from the depths of winter toward spring, and from pandemic isolation to a more normal life, these poems may be the […]
Dead of Winter — The Cheesesellers Wife