See How Spring Comes

See how Spring comes!

Not gentle but with welly

Overturning Winter's deadening hand

Riotously.

The lilac that winterwise

Served only to hold the bird feeders

Is decked in green

And swelling fit to burst!

I LOVE it, don't you

When it's a joy to walk in

The woods again, and even the most ancient of the beeches

Is putting out? And beneath, anenomes

Bluebells and violets spread a carpet

That I marvel at, and scarcely dare to tread

So beautiful, all of this, and

Ah! Yes! I am thrown back

Into the dream of youth when

SPRING was my only season.

 

 

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National Poetry Writing Month: When Was The Last Time ...?

You

Walked barefoot

Made a sandcastle

Smiled at a stranger

Gazed into your lover's eyes and

Touched him, lightly, on the cheek?

 

When was the last time

You

Planted a seed

Baked bread

Treated yourself

Wrote a letter, longhand,

Mailed it to a friend?

 

Tomorrow, return here,

And for One

Or Two

Answer:

"Yesterday."

 

 

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Rebooting Monday

Flat-As-A-Pancake Day, bereft

Of froth and babble full of dread -

Mundane work-a-day 

SOMETHING must be done! 

Let's do it!

Smile. At everyone, some will stick ...

And come flashing back.

Run up the stairs

Make the coffee and

Hand round a crisp, white paper bag

Full of very sticky toffees.

Tip a  beggar 

Listen to a concerto

Or a rock band and

At the beginning of every email

Say something ...

Different. Kind, perhaps. 

Remember, when you 

Actually finish something,

How it felt when you were in the 

Juniors and your teacher

Pressed a gold star on your 

Careful scrawl.  Good eh?

Pick a moment when everything

Would otherwise be too tedious to bear -

Take yourself off to the Caribbean

Lie on on a beach with your lover

Let the  surf nibble your toes... 

Or, if this is too much,

Be ten again and play

Hide and seek in a bright Spring  wood

With your sister ...

See! It's working isn't it?

Already you're looking forward to Monday,

And have change jingling in your pocket

To buy toffees 

And to  tip a beggar. 

(Beach and wood may be switched if necessary, and if you have no sister, a brother will do!)