Today is World Poetry Day. I didn’t realise this until logging on to Twitter AFTER I had been inspired (by a breezy, blue skied Spring walk this morning)to write a poem. So when I saw it was World Poetry Day, I was surprised and am clearly more in tune with the turning of the earth and its ways than I thought!
Anyway, here it is: a painting in words of what occurred to me this morning as I walked. (I’d like to point out I live in the suburbs of a large British city, not the countryside, so imagine what’s out there in the wild!) Enjoy!
Spring
December strips bare
All that
January can’t care
For.
February: snow drops
But…
Hyacinth shoots and crocuses
Hint at
Life stirring in bulbs
Beneath.
Suddenly!
Daffodil trumpets herald in
March and an
Explosion of colour
Springs to life.
Early bird bluebells burst forth and
Against blue skies
Blossom blooms
Cherry pink and apple white
Then…
Scatter in
April showers
Dotting, like a Monet over emerald carpets,
An impression of what
May come.
