Poem # 1 – 5th March 2014

ImageSpring starts with a bragging blast

of daffodil-drenched verges,

 trumpet heads calling for bud burst

and bird song. Even morning frosts

gleam with freshness full of life.

This is a time I should walk more:

with a spring in my step (pun intended).

Outdoor chores to be fixed and mended,

to get on in the garden before

boredom strikes again and I’ve

concocted lots and lots

of reasons for doing other things first.

I should right now use these initial surges

which I fear are not here to last.

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