I know it's February because the radio told me so But today the air was clear and the sun was high. There was no wind to notice nor flecks of rain and the birds sang loud as they wheeled about in the sky. It must be global warming messing with the seasons As spring comes in early and the buds begin to show. I feel my soul getting easy and I relax But mindful that even yet there could come snow. It has happened before and new shoots died As the cold weather snapped back at we fools Who had dug out the garden benches and brollies And had made plans for mowers and tools. Far better to wait and let more days go by To see if the moods of the weather gods settle. Enjoy the changing vista of fields and gardens From behind window glass waiting for the kettle.
Tag: Gardens
Old Man
What's your story Old man? What have you seen And done? Put down that watering can And sit here in the sun. Tell me of wars Old man Times short of work And food Did you serve or work the land Just did the best you could? And after that Old man You say you took A wife Had a child but lost her So ran away from life. You ran for thirty years Old man? And never more saw Your home? Do you find this garden Has cured your need to roam? Are you happy now Old man? Do you hear the Skylarks song? Is your soul at peace here Have your demons gone? I've heard your story Old man So I know what To do If life is cruel to me sometime I'll get a garden too.
Equal Opportunity
Think what you like Express whatever you feel A funeral without a God? Is it not just as real? Did they live a good life? Did someone hold them dear? If they died a nice person Aren't they entitled to be here? The flames which consume them Makes all bodies ash, but Souls and spirits cannot burn And can't be bought for cash. Sing songs if you wish to Speak verses and some rhyme Cry and mourn freely For there is no next time. We gather for the send off Of someone we all knew Sceptics also need nice places To wish gone friends adieu. Vibrant colours of stained glass Old wood beams and seats Candlelight and fresh flowers Gives an aura which completes. Religions have the best sites With gardens meant to cheer Solemnity is inbuilt And we enter without fear. If this God is any good He (or she) won't grouse If some doubters also assemble Inside his holy house.
As I See Things 