I laid down several barrowfulls
of mulch upon the ground
covering the remaining grass
that's evident around
Not 'cos we don't like it
but on an allotment it's a pain
as every time we go there
it's strimming time again
And then I planted lavenders
because it seemed the thing to do
and with that fragrance come the summer
more good vibes will accrue
Then with this work my hands had done
with fruits of labour shown
I sat a while with Badger beer
to breathe in earth and loam
It's the first day of April and typical showers
I'd like to think here will be absent, not ours
For we've had quite our fill in March that's now past
of rain falling down, enough to well last
and do us for Spring which I hope is now here
Now April's upon as at this time of year
I watched the sea, it did me proud
I smiled at it and laughed out loud
The waves they roared, I roared right back
As I wasn’t having any of that
Alone on the stone with sun and spray
On a fine and perfect Springtime day
On the shoreline with the crashing sounds
That filled the air and shook the ground
I shouted loud, could not be heard
Save by a high fly seagull bird
Green and blue the waters came
Crashed and turned and crashed again
Alone I stood and marvelled still
At those impressive seascape hills
Caught a glimpse of yellow
through the kitchen door
whipped the iPhone quickly out
to capture what I saw
First forsythia growing
heralding the Spring
make me feel quite happy
caused my heart to sing
Yellow in the greyness of
the garden canvas there
a first bright splash of colour
of the Spring it waits to share
We walked from Berwick Station
hardy throng against the wind
forging through the countryside
no need here for chagrin
For this was long awaited
a walk for birthday treat
in a February Sussex
with the snowdrops looking sweet
A few miles along the Pilgrim Path
to Charleston House near Firle
with smiles of cheer on all our minds
and on our lips a curl
There's a sunset coming though a ways off yet
I can see the glow to the West
as the evening time approaches now
a bid at my behest
It's yellow, pink and pastel
and full of warming glow
foretelling of a different time
that all too soon I'll know
It's a sunset of the summer
one of a perfect day
and though it's lasted many years
I'm ready now I'd say
So here I breathe and deeply
satisfaction is replete
as the sunset coming gathers pace
and sees this time complete
[And yes…there’s a metaphor here. Third line of verse three gives a clue to what it portends. But I suspect there will be several more over the next few months to give the game away]
Little short poems here by the day
doing their bit to keep blues away
from the mind of a poet with something to say
as he has done of these years
A pen staying still hardly ever at all
of the circumstances that will daily befall
and come to the fore with a hark and a a call
as they have done all of these years
Some that will rhyme and some which will not
but all born of love as that's all that he's got
throwing all to the reader as part of his lot
as he has done all of these years
It's been said that the darkness
with the moon in the sky
speaks of the night time
though morning is nigh
Not that you'd know for
there's no light in sight
not even an inkling
in the blackness of night
Yet what is that glow
in the east very feint?
Yes, that is the the day
though at present it ain't!
Today it is the sixtieth
that we have seen so far
in twenty twenty-three
now March is here on par
Equal that is to Springtime
in meteorological term
the first day that it happens
you will be pleased to learn
For we are done with winter
warmth is now what we all need
to brush away the cobwebs
and bring new life with speed
...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.
The pictures are mine too. Some taken to match a poem; some poems written to match a pic; others chosen because they work well with words written.
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