Over the last month I have written a series of poems based around the theme of spring being around the corner. I have been overwhelmed by some of the positive feedback I've received when I've posted excerpts taken from the poems on Twitter. Now I am happy to share the full collection with you here on my blog.
I hope they add a splash of sunshine to your winter days.
Hidden Stars
I almost walked past
Without noticing them,
Two tiny white flowers
Like chicks in a nest.
They hesitate before
Lifting their heads,
Then open their beaks
To sing from the hedge.
With petals unfurling
And colours of spring
There are butterflies
Waiting in their wings.
The Painted Ladies
They are all dressed up,
They are loud and proud,
They are setting the room
And my world on fire.
They are painted ladies
Wearing bright lipstick,
They may not be heard
But demand to be seen.
They are extrovert,
Determined and bold,
Flamboyant yet cool,
The stars of the show.
Velvet Smile
You cannot fail
to be amazed
how quickly
things can change,
From a seemingly
lifeless pitted bulb
glossy green
leaves appear.
Then almost in
the blink of an eye
exquisite buds
are born,
trumpets play
a fanfare
as majestic
flowers unfold.
Daffodil Waves
The yellow glow of spring time
Emanating from each stem
Fills my heart with sunshine,
A treasured long lost friend.
Each petal holds a golden key
To doors I thought were locked,
Waving their arms gracefully
They have been away too long.
A golden ray of joy and hope
Through misty rain and clouds,
I see life through a different lens
When daffodils are in flower.
The Cherubs
Bare branches, brittle fingers
Reaching up towards the light,
Swaying, dancing in the wind,
Weaving patterns in the sky.
My eyes fall like a raindrop
To the ground beneath my feet,
Nestled safely in their beds
On a cradle of green leaves.
Smiling cherubs dressed in pink,
Refreshed by morning dew,
Unfolding buds of hope,
Rays of sunshine peeping through.
Daisy Chains
The winter grass is alive
With tiny splashes of white,
Feather like petals as
Soft as a swan's back
Turning back hands of time.
Each pink tip tells a story
Of distant summer days,
Of butterflies dancing,
Of carefree laughter
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