REAWAKENED

 

Nature Reawakened

As The Long Winter Dies

Naked Boughs Are Dressed

Spring Causing Sap To Rise

The Resounding Birdsong

Fills Again The April Sky’s

And The Warming Earth

Releases Daff’s And Narcissi’s

THE SNOW QUEEN

The Snow Queen Banished

To Slumber Again Unseen

As Mother Nature Paints

Again, The Landscape Green

REBORN

 

Mountain snows thawing

Swollen rivers causing

Nature dormant awakening

New life into breathing

Sprouting shoots arriving

Early cherry blossoming

Annual event occurring

Life’s cycle repeating

Springtime refreshing

Simple senses pleasing

God’s design believing

CAUGHT IN THAT FIRST INSTANT

 

Caught in that first instant,

That first take from a distance

There appeared from the Woodlands edge

A kind of low misty apparition

Almost like a cloud of drifting smoke

Emerging from the tree line

Of course, when I got closer, I realized

It was just the flowering Hawthorn

WEATHER OR NOT # 2

The weather types keep on issuing they’re warning

And they keep bleating on about global warming

They even know the temperature to within a degree

In the summer of two thousand and ninety-three

We can expect out summers to be long and very hot

And our winters will be mild and damp like as not

Why should we believe that a heatwave will ignite?

When they can’t even get the two-day forecast right

PERCHED ON THE APPLE BOUGHS

 

Perched on the Apple boughs

The Finches sing a song to please

A song carried on the air, with

The scent of blossom on the breeze

THE BIRD WATCHER

 

Upon the wooded hill

The forest sentinel stood

Made from wind falls

Wooden scraps and ullage

Skillfully fashioned

To become, complete with binoculars

The birdwatcher

 

But all was not as it seemed

For the sentinel

Destined to forever study

What fell before his gaze

Every autumn

Turned his attention upon

His favorite birch tree

Who when the autumn wind blew

Began to shed her leafy canopy

All the year round he studied

In detail her fully covered form

But in the autumn, he could

Revel in her nakedness

The sentinel spoke to himself

“Oh, I’m getting a woody”

And with that his sap began to rise

“Oh no too soon, too soon”

Then all too suddenly it was over

So, upon the wooded hill

The frustrated forest sentinel stood

Staring through his binoculars

And telling himself

“There’s always next year”