Poetry is a pain
there is little gain

We sit there for hours
talking about the flowers

When all is said and done
winter has not gone

It's dark and dismal outside
as behind my window I hide
The rain comes down far and wide
nothing stops it, there is no guide
Rivers burst in their banks
Tidal waves all around
There's no boundaries, there's no thanks
water covering all the ground
People flooded in their homes
mopping up all alone
wading through the swirling foam
getting frozen to the bone
It will stop one day
but it seems we've all to pay

Love is in the air
It's Valentine's Day
The day Saint Valentine
lost his life

It's still a relatively mild winter
I wonder what's to come?
February can be harsh in this part of the world
still night frosts though
Signs at the moment- it will stay mild
though we'll be lucky to escape the snow
Snow on the mountain tops

Really wet morning
rain very heavy today
maybe dry later

Nice frosty morning
All the grass is very white
Should make a nice day

The roofers are banging up above
making it stressful for the poets
We tremble with all the kerfuffle

As the roofers trail through the muddy garden
we wonder when they will be finished
As of now it is indefinite