IN SPRINGTIME

 

In springtime

I walk in dappled shade

Down along

A woodland brook

Where Narcissi grow

And bow their heads

In deference

To the singing stream

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?