Tag Archives: spring

From the depths of Covid

April 26, 2022Corona, poem, PoetryCovid 19, Life, poem, poetry, springThe Cheesesellers Wife

In the opening of every bud there is decision

enacted in unknown unforeseen circumstance

their holding through winter an act of faith

their unfurling in spring an act of hope

I am open to blue and a warm sky

to healing, renewal and hope

to the fluidity of birdsong in chill air

I am….

February 21, 2022poem, Poetry, springtime, weatherpoem, poetry, spring, springtime, weatherThe Cheesesellers Wife

I am smelling spring flowers on the wind
braving weather and poetry
on a stormy day

Spring in Southern England 2021

April 28, 2021poem, Poetry, springtimepoem, poetry, springThe Cheesesellers Wife

Just like last Spring
there are no April showers
so I must water seeds and flowers

Rainy Day poem

April 14, 2021poem, Poetry, weatherpoem, poetry, rain, spring, weatherThe Cheesesellers Wife

Refreshingly grey day
Cars softly swish past
Light staccato rain
Washing the world clean
Bejewelling my windows
Where muted light
Shines in stopped droplets
Gently loosing blossoms
And wiping them away
Rinsing down new leaves
Dripping from bent over grasses
Soaking the seed bed
Sparking spring growth

Spring 2021

April 13, 2021poem, Poetry, springtimeflowers, poem, poetry, spring, springtimeThe Cheesesellers Wife

Bright Dandelions and Celandine
blaze in the strong sunshine
yet in the shadows pale Primrose
simply sits and gently glows

And the budding begins

February 2, 2021poem, Poetry, springtimeEarthweal, Life, poem, poetry, spring, springtime, treesThe Cheesesellers Wife

And the budding begins
sticky tree buds emerge
from bare wood

Reddish at first
shading to luminous green
a promise

Nature now waits
as do I, with baited breath
for the right moment

This is a rewrite of an earlier poem, Study in Green, re-visited for Sarahs challenge about seasonal changes over at EarthWeal

Friday Poem: The Seasons in North Cornwall

April 24, 2020Friday Poem, nature, poem, PoetryCharles Causley, Friday Poem, nature, poem, poetry, springThe Cheesesellers Wife

O Spring has set off her green fuses
Down by the Tamar today,
And careless, like tide-marks, the hedges,
Are bursting with almond and may.

Here lie I waiting for old summer,
A red face and straw-coloured hair has he:
I shall meet him on the road from Marazion
And the Mediterranean Sea.

September has flung a spray of rooks
On the sea-chart of the sky,
The tall shipmasts crack in the forest
And the banners of autumn fly.

My room is a bright glass cabin,
All Cornwall thunders at my door,
And the white ships of winter lie
In the sea-roads of the moor.

by Charles Causley

Sunshine in Darkness

April 20, 2020Corona, poem, Poetry, springtimecorona virus, lockdown, poem, poetry, springThe Cheesesellers Wife

Rain and fear had washed away the Sun
Her colours run ragged in the rain
But primroses and daffodils kept
The memory of brightness

Neither of us speak today
Or find a want of speaking
Here now, there is sunshine
And a garden

We use old logs, dead plant stems
To build a bug hotel
A haven and shelter
Still keeping 2 metres apart

Time and the Virus

April 9, 2020Corona, Life, poem, Poetry, springtimecorona virus, Life, poem, poetry, spring, timeThe Cheesesellers Wife

Everything has stopped
Except our beating hearts
This fear, anxiety
Dread
To curtail viral spread
Those things by which we
Often measure passing time
Are gone
Birthday parties, Easter family dinners
Clubs, days out, hanging with friends
Forbidden
Passover is still kept
But changed and
Separately

Oh for a cultural tradition of my own
I could cling onto
Instead in Lockdown, we English
Have changed, seem to be talking more
Greeting fellow walkers with smiles and waves

Nature is apace, pushing forward
Birds sing in the absence of traffic
A blue tit perches in my unused car
Flowers bloom, trees bud
Life burdgeons joyously

In the human world
It is as if the month of March
And, so far, a good part of April
Has been cancelled

Just our still beating hearts
And this fear, anxiety
Dread

And the Sun is out

April 2, 2020humour, Life, poem, Poetry, springtimecorona virus, humour, lockdown, poem, poetry, spring, sunThe Cheesesellers Wife

And the Sun is out
lockdown and panic
had cut my wings
now I fly

but only around the garden