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: Spring
New Shed
Alone at last in my garden shed The beds are made the dog is fed In the quiet I await creative thought But comes there nothing, zilch, nought. It's not supposed to be like this I should exploit this place of bliss I take yet another sip of tea but Still no talent envelopes me. The grass is dew wet and wild birds sing Today is warm as if it's spring The flowers nod in the zephyr breeze With apples falling where they please. This is autumn at its best My favourite month - keep the rest Summers gone, it is no more Now squirrels seek their winter store. I try something employed by poets passed To glorify nature! The subject is vast So inspired by the beauty on display The words now flow - I've something to say!
An August Evening with Amy
What more could I ever want On an evening such as this A Blackwater River sun setting And the wind now light as a kiss. Spring here can be magical With the promise of summer to come But watery suns threatening autumn Are much preferred by some. Pause for a moment with the oars still And gaze at the lowering sun's glow We drift briefly on the slack water Then turn our bow to go. Such a simple joy to embrace Calm, quiet, and sublime We should do it much more often We just need to make the time. 30th August 2013
Prose for Spring
The days linger longer now And the extra light is optimistic Buds and new grass dare to show And the chills of winter leave. The seasons' cycle moves the warmth Of spring and summer nearer And the power of renewal shines out And there's purpose in our stride. Cold times do have a meaning for us For our lives need the balance Of greens and blues in sunshine So we can revel in the difference.
Spring Cometh
Come with me to another spring Let's run towards the sun Push away all thoughts of winter A new season is begun. Green fields and singing birds Are there beyond the town A peaceful place in which to view Natures brand new season's gown. With the coming of this time Our soul rises with the light Optimism in our mood begins And the negatives all take flight. Look no more behind you Push down sad thoughts and dread Come with me towards the spring And embrace good times ahead
Our Tilting Planet
The days linger longer now And the extra light is optimistic Buds and new grass dare to show And the chills of winter leave. The seasons' cycle moves the warmth Of spring and summer nearer And the power of renewal shines out And there's reason in our stride. Cold times do have a meaning for us For our lives need the balance Of greens and blues in sunshine So we can revel in the difference.
As I See Things 