January is the month of grey nuances,
banks of cloud rarely broken by sun dances,
mornings when light creeps slowly
in a shadowy wrangle with the unholy
darkness of a moonless, starless night.
The light of grey is never bright,
but in a corner of the charcoal grey
a flash of snowdrops greets the new day.
Kim M. Russell, 5th January 2020
What a surprise to get up this morning to a new home and name for Poets United! And what a relief to know that we will continue to have three features a week: Writers’ Pantry (open link) on Sundays, Weekly Scribblings (a prompt) on Wednesdays, and Wild Fridays (random features for word lovers).
Magaly’s our host for the first Writers’ Pantry of the new year and she invites us to add our direct links to poems, stories or articles (new or old) of our choosing. I’ve decided to start with a new poem for a dreary new year.