BUTTERFLIES FLUTTER BY # 1

 

Butterflies flutter by

In Magnolia melancholy

On gossamer wings

SNAIL PACE

 

To go faster had always been

The snail’s greatest wish

So, he took his shell off

But it just made him Sluggish

HARBINGER OF SPRING

 

What wonderful weather at the weekend it was so nice after the long winter, although it probably seemed longer that it was because we had no summer last year.

Anyway, the weather was so nice that I left my wife in bed reading the Sundays and I took a walk arround the village.

As I enjoyed the warm spring sunshine, I noticed the many harbingers of the season such as the daffodils nodding in the breeze, birdsong everywhere and endless parades of cyclists punctuated only by cars towing caravans.

 

After a couple of hours, I headed towards home but then thought I might have a cool beer at the village pub.

Once there I had to negotiate my way through piles of mounting bikes and was then greeted by the scene of a packed beer garden full of people showing far too much white flesh.

So, I decided to give it a miss and went home instead but when I entered my house I discovered that the lodger had entered my wife more than once by the look of them and I was immediately struck with the thought that this must be the first cuckold of spring.

THE GREEN SEASON

 

Abundant rain

And warm sunshine

Paints the landscape afresh

Replacing the drabness

Of greys and browns

When the greens appear

In their infinite variety

Nature’s pallet used abundantly

Greens of every hue and shade

Fields of luscious green grasses

Trees speckled with bright buds

Like a vivid rash

Against brown limbs

Hedgerows sprout into life

While bulbs push through

The contrasting earth

Everywhere awash with viridity

Only in spring

Can the same colour

Appear in so many guises

So many variations

A veritable myriad

Across the spectrum

From dark olive to bright lime

Drab khaki to exotic emerald

Shades vivid and vibrant

And all this is but a pre cursor

Preparing the senses

For the coming

Explosion of colour

SPRINGTIME IN THE WOOD

 

Though winter snow still lies

In the wood’s bluebells grow

Appearing like sapphire jewels

Through the thawing snow

SPRING IS SPRUNG

 

Hallelujah

Its spring again

With warm sunshine

In between showers of rain

 

Hallelujah

The spring is here

It’s such a joy

All at once the senses clear

 

Hallelujah

Spring has begun

New life everywhere

All at once cobwebs are gone

 

Hallelujah

Its spring once more

This one is better

Than the one we had before

 

Hallelujah

Its spring again

Not so clever

When you’re caught in the rain

 

Hallelujah

The springs nearly over

Bloody showers

Still it will soon be summer

MORNING GLORY

It was in the bright spring morn

The birds awoke at crack of dawn

Though the light was still dim

They hop twixt branch and limb

Day begins with the dawn chorus

And starts the day for all of us