Flowerpot showers,
frantic feather ruffling,
Spring is in the air.
by Scooj
Flowerpot showers,
frantic feather ruffling,
Spring is in the air.
by Scooj
.
Come Spring and banish
these long nights and impotent
days. Bring me succour.
.
by Scooj
The winter sunshine
full of deceit, tempting us
to believe in spring.
by Scooj
Sound of a two-stroke
drifts down from the allotments;
reminds me of Spring.
by Scooj
The stillness reaches
into my soul; once again
I can breathe easy.
by Scooj
In pebble dash fields
Spring lambs frolic unaware
of the urban sprawl.
by Scooj
Resting in Spring sun
natural soft down pillow;
no synthetics here.
by Scooj
Hostile alien
ornamental, unwelcome
in the native lands.
by Scooj
A wedding present
bathed in glorious sunshine
I sit with eyes closed.
by Scooj
Cascading florets
casting out subtle purples
and pinks. And the scent.
by Scooj