The poems for March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December and January in this sequence were posted on 24 February 2014, 21 March, 20 April, 24 May, 20 June, 29 July, 29 August, 27 September, 25 October, 24 November and 30 December 2014. This is the last of the poems: I shall gather them all together in one sequence subsequently.
A niggard thaw fouls pavements; filthy meltRefreezes; encrusted snow streaks parkland
Like a scraped canvas. Spattered frost like felt
Tops hedge and soil, blighting with a thrawn hand
The muted froth of heathers. Scarlet berriesDecay in the holly though the cherry tree
Powders its crown with hesitant fancies
Of blossom. Taut daffodil wands make free
With the breeze, dipping their yolk-heads broodily
Over the beanshoot-skinny crocuses.
The tide is slack. Clouds eddy wearily,
Blotting the sun – a disc which focuses
No light nor heat. Men like woodlice in litterGrudgingly stir, their torpid warmth combusted
By the seasons’ peristalsis. But the bitter
Monochrome wind discourages bombastic
Gesture: better to re-curl in shavingsLike a breathing nodule than be woken
By an incautious morning mob of starlings –
Their wings cracking like a black cloth shaken.
Dead water: sopping sands glitter; suede shingleDarkens beneath indigo shadow; the waves
Lift careless heads like seals. But that wrangle
Of waters is unstable; soon that which laves
Will pound, driving up the foreshore to thrashThe sea wall and startle all drowsing flesh.
====================© February 2013