3 February – Blank canvas

Winter often appears bleak,
as if she can only speak
of bare ground
and barren earth,
stark trees
and short, pale turf.

Winter often appears empty,
a living antithesis of plenty,
with silenced song
and absent tints –
a modernist makeover
after lively chintz.

But Winter is also ideas in waiting –
a blank canvas for endless re-painting.
Remember and picture
whatever you will,
then daffodils dance the verges,
and heather hides the hills.

Winter is a vast, spacious invitation
to re-colour your world with wild imagination.
Collide all the seasons,
smell blossom, taste fruit,
combine every favourite –
there’s no need to choose.