When is the last time you wrote a poem just for fun? Go outside, listen, feel, smell, and then write it down. This one is about February.

Gay lucidity,

Not yet sunshine, in the air;

Tingling secrets hidden everywhere,

Each at watch for each;

Sap within the hillside beech,

Not a leaf to see.

by Michael Field

‘Michael Field’ was actually not one poet, but two – neither of whom was male (or called Michael): the name was the pseudonym used by Katharine Harris Bradley (1846–1914) and her niece Edith Emma Cooper (1862–1913)

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