I'd have to say (If I didn't know better)
if only because the ground's less wetter
and we've not been shivering quite so much
although it is May and springtime as such
has only by the colour shown
and not by warmth we might have known
brought to our now long-suffered frame
the softened whisper known by name.
But these still morning shadows long
bathed there in sunshine with a song
don't need the words to speak the truth
and bring to life the summer's youth.
Although it’s still winter
by the library today
I spotted some blossom
in the trees by the way
Pink and quite lovely
so in spite of the chill
it spoke of a promise
with a pleasure here still
that Springtime is coming
and not far away
An end to the winter?
About time I’d say
The spirea’s in full bloom
with its blossom abundant
and the warmth of the sunshine
means Winter’s redundant
And I’m pleased about that
It fills me with joy
Something I realised
when just a small boy
That as a child of the summer
the heat of mid-June
from the warmth of the Springtime
cannot come too soon
I come alive in this weather
when the sun climbs up high
and the clouds are all fluffy
and blue fills the sky
So the spirea, when it blossoms
forms a synergy here
Which always reminds me
that summer is near
And I’ll tell you one thing
And this is quite good
And it has a good ending
And it’s right that it should
And though there’s a chill
And it’s still hanging on
And there’s no way of knowing
And you feel put upon
And your thoughts turn to Spring
And your voice turns to song
And you know it’s now March
And it won’t be that long
And then things will blossom
And the trees will turn green
And the days will be warm
And be the best they have been
Sneakily it’s crept up and
caught us totally off our guard
Like listening to an echo
whispered from afar
Straining to hear those still soft words
That far off echoed call
A mystery still to most our ears
A stranger to us all
But now with recognition
with the warming rays of sun
We remember all those halcyon days
And the smiles and the fun
And as the stranger once again returns
In the sun, that sweet refrain
gets louder by the day it seems
As spring comes back again
Yes I know it's a bit shorter
but the slip-sliding away
this year is quite amazing
as it's February's last day
Now March is nigh upon us
and the winter's almost done
so I suspect in thirty more
we'll know the spring has come
So though another month
has left us now this year
I'm not that disappointed
as the warmer days are near
I have written of winter, the chill and the rain
and the ice and the snow and the shivers again
of the iron cold muster that lingers and bites
finding its way into warmth with a spite
But throughout all of this always I have half a mind
on the warmer days coming I know soon I'll find
For it's January now but soon I'll see May
and the sunshine that'll soon brighten my day
Where are the sunshine days
now winter's cold hand clasps?
Still there though faded now and weak
as summer never lasts
Yet there in the circle promise lies
and breath bated with a smile
knows with reassurance it
will come back in a while
[An ‘ubi sunt’ poem poses a rhetorical question derived from the Latin “uni sunt qui ante nos fuerunt” (Where are those that went before us?). Indicating nostalgia, an ‘ubi sunt’ poem is about the transient nature of things].
They've been tantalising me a while
growing slowly there
Teazles swaying in the breeze
willing me to share
But I've resisted purposely
as the time has to be right
when words paint this good picture
of the teazles there in sight
And now I feel that time has come
the teazles' teasing ends
allowing me to share the joy
they bring with all my friends
...all about me and my life in words. I write most days, carrying an ideas book around in which I capture a word snapshot of life around me. So there's a lot here about Sussex and the sea and anything else I see that inspires.
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