Poem of the Month …….February

One month is past, another is began,

Since merry bells rung out the dying year,,

And buds of rarest green began to peer,

As if impatient for a warmer sun,

And though the distant hills are bleak and dun,,

And virgin snowdrops like a lambent fire,

Pierces the cold earth with its green streaked spire,

And in dark woods, the wondering little one,

May find a primrose.

Hartley Coleridge.

Feb 1st 1842



Author: Gloria Mwaniga Minage

Phenomenal woman. that's me

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