LEAVING WINTERS SHADOW

 

When we come out

Of winters shadow

And it’s finally spring

There is fire in my heart.

And a lightness in my step

And the world seems full

Of infinite possibilities

LITTLE BIRD BRING TO US

 

Little bird bring to us

Your sweet song

Bring it cheerily

With the spring

To the woodland

And to the meadow

And with your

Sweet melody

Usher in another

Blessed summer

THE SPRING MELT

 

The heavily laden

Mountain slopes

Slowly shed their winter coat

Beginning the slow spring melt

The snow and ice

Releasing the water

Imprisoned within it

Metamorphosing as it seeps

Into every crevice

Rivulets gently trickling 

Into dormant streams

Gaining volume and momentum

As it tumbles downward

Swelling and growing

Feeding cascading waterfalls

And white-water rapids

As it races to the valleys below

IN MY BACK GARDEN DURING LAST WINTER

 

In my back garden during last Winter

I saw the strangest of things

The fattest Robin I’ve ever seen

It was like a cricket ball with wings

NEVER EVER CATCH A SNOWFLAKE

 

Never ever catch a snowflake

In your mouth

Until you’re sure all the birds

Have flown south

TWO SNOWMEN WERE STOOD IN A FIELD

 

Two snowmen were stood in a field

In one of those cold exposed spots

When one turned to the other and said,

Am I the only one who can smell Carrots?

A SNOWMANS TALE

 

When I was very little

My dad and his brother

Built a huge snowman

Bigger than any other

 

He was as tall as Dad

And was round and fat

It had coal for eyes

And a big black hat

 

A scarf about its neck

For sartorial style

A large carrot nose

And a twig for a smile

 

Knobbly stick arms

With gloves at the end

A belt around its girth

Like a cummerbund

 

I loved that snowman

Standing so very tall

Until the eventual thaw

And I watched him fall