Midas is losing
his touch, as gold turns to grey
and Spring stalls again.
by Scooj
Tag: Spring
Bloody freezing
Jack came back last night,
his ice grip suffocating
Eostre’s late tenure.
by Scooj
Bugger – original version had a goofy syllable count. I have edited it now, but it doesn’t flow as well.
Classy birds
Collared doves in love;
modest country cousins to
the streetwise pigeon.
by Scooj
Warm
The long grey Winter
at last yields and tender warmth
fills my heart with joy.
Long tailed tit
Welcome visitor
on the damson tree by the
window, foraging.
by Scooj
Awakening
Sensory delights;
calm colours and subtle scents
ease Winter away.
by Scooj
Sprinter
Season’s confusion;
no longer can we be sure
of what we will get.
by Scooj
Sprinter – conflation of Spring and Winter
Green
Spring’s prelude so green,
a sight for sore eyes after
the long wet grey days.
by Scooj
Modesty
Give me the smallest
space and there I will try to
grow, untroubling.
by Scooj
- with a nod to John Clare (I Am!) for the final word.
Notice
Do you ever look,
I mean…really look, at the
beauty in the world?
by Scooj
Natural adventures 