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Wait and See

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.

Holy Land Travels by an Old Lady

She had had a rough life, this lady
been left high and dry by an untimely death
she had concentrated on raising her boy
and would do so until her last breath.

Low expectations were her norm, just
a work life and her small rented home.
Holidays were a great rarity
and there was never a chance to roam.

She had a faith but hidden deeply
the chapel fed her God's love with fear
and her eyes closed in prayer by the radio
at Remembrance Day Service each year.

Then her son, now grown, and wealthy
took her to Israel and then Rome,
she trod the stations of the cross
and saw the Pope go by on his throne.

Of all she had seen and experienced
in a life that turned out so tough,
the visits to these holy cities
she said, blest her life just enough.