There is a good helping of green shoots and spring flowers in my latest blog post. I hope you will enjoy this poetry collection, covering the months of March, April and May.
March rain gently falls
Waking sleeping daffodils
Spring is in the air.
Shy hellebore
Why do you
Cover your face?
It’s as if you are trying
To hide your true self
Remain incognito
Scared to engage
Can I coax you to lift
Your fragile head
And look me in the eye
Help you emerge
From the world
You’re locked in
Please can we
Give it a try?
Joyful kalanchoe
A splash of Madagascar
On my windowsill.
We have many lines
Of communication
Or at least that’s what
We’re led to believe
A mesh of chat bots
Direct messages
Emails, FAQs
Portals, newsfeeds
So why is it
Such a rigmarole
To speak to
Another human being
When a simple
Yes or no answer
Is all you really need?
Immersed in a world
Of misty isolation
Lost in the moment.
Early pink blossom
Confetti in the hedgerow
A sprinkle of joy.
We sit and watch the sun go down
From a distant riverbank
Swooping birds
Etch transient circles in the sky
A cobalt breeze blows ripples
Through soft clouds
Into our minds
Sharing the moment
Yet lost in our own thoughts
Basking in a twilight lullaby.
Adjusting a myopic outlook
Looking upwards and beyond
Extending parameters
To incorporate the sky
Face the onshore breeze
Feel your tears evaporate
Nature gently shows
It serves no purpose crying
Over things you can’t control.
Clumps of resilient daisies
Raise their cheerful heads
On the grassy bank near
A landfill site
Home to low level
Radioactive waste
The earth around them is splintered
But their feathery petals are seen
As a symbol of hope and beauty
The antithesis of what lies beneath.
Kissed by morning dew
A cluster of primroses
Smile and greet the day.
Absorbing shadows
Devouring clouds day and night
Insatiable lake.
It must have been
My imagination
Gossamer clouds
Eclipsing the sun
But I thought I saw an angel
She somehow seemed
To unfurl and blossom
She hovered silently
For a while
Spreading calm
Through my tousled mind
Then floated away slowly
On the back
Of a sunbeam tide.
All of the other flowers
In the February bouquet
Faded and wilted
Once March was underway
Apart from one carnation
Tissue thin yet oh so strong
Exuding creamy happiness
And pink-tinged euphoria.
Teardrops gently cling
Like sweet fading memories
Grief-stricken tulips.
Hazy April sun
Dances on grape hyacinths
Bumble bees' vineyard.
A wise old oak tree
Stands by an ivy covered path
Sheds acorns in the autumn
Waits for winter to pass
Keeps a watchful eye open
For signs of the first offspring
Prepares to share stories
Of those no longer here
Bracken remnants
Nurture new beginnings
Woodland elegy.
In search of pale sky
I trace pathways with my mind
Through emerald leaves.
Splashes of colour
Soft, silky and curvaceous
Enchanting bluebells.
I could not walk past
Without acknowledging you
Flamboyant poppy.
Gorgeous clematis
Blowing candy stripe kisses
In my direction.
Clear deserted beach
She is a vision in blue
Soul pacifier.
Rain splashed pink flowers
Each pearl nurtures a promise
Of red strawberries.
The sun slowly set
On hopes held close
The rocks she would
Have crawled across
Tearful exchanges
With the breeze
Thoughts that tumbled
Into her dreams
Releasing ghosts
Drenched in
Pale winter sun
To a world
That was now
Untouchable
Beyond the balustrade.
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