It´s still shy February. Time to polish the frozen pen: well, what about ” THE FOUR SEASONS” or some such ? Let´s scribble un po´ :
1. The lark is larking
Sparkling quavers and crotchets
Its whole life-long day.
2. As the day is long / A hungry crow´s beak open /
Caws : ” I am a crow !”
3. For the womb the seed
Sighs. For light the eternal
Dark Polar midday.
4. New Year born today.
Birthday gay. But I am aged
Many years new-born.