Solmonath
Now this month was called Solmonath
the anglo Saxons gave it this name
to mean the month of cakes no less
offered them to their gods being their aim
This is no favourite time of year
at least not in the North Hemisphere
filled with cold wet winds and snow
many aspects of winter appear
Waking up one February morn
can be cold seeking frost outside
heavy clothes needed to go out
wrapped securely so warmth may abide
The sun can be a rare thing
catch a glimpse while its there
for it hides itself behind a tree
even if you watch and stare
At least in midst of this time
bringing sun's rays to lift one's gloom
one's mind plays tricks upon itself
look forward to spring to come soon
(Solmonath is the English Anglo Saxon word for February, they gave it the month of cakes as they were offered to their gods, this was their aim.)
Copyright © Gordon Mcconnell | Year Posted 2020
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