“when in February, I perch…”

when in February, I perch
on the cuttingly cold stones
of the old front steps,

I tell no one passing by
that I sit in awed admiration
that one plum chooses now to bloom

I tell no one stopping by –
how we both of us are furtive
and beautiful out of season

© Sarah Whiteley


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