Early walks and memories

by Michael   Feb 21, 2019


The scent of spring, begins to wheeze,
and footsteps fade from winters freeze.
The undergrowth now starts to thaw
and back to lonely strolls once more.

Daffodils bloom and crocus too
a sky lit up in sapphire blue
across the vale a wispy haze
gold-dust sprinkles from sunshine rays

In yonder field, a scare-crow stands,
protecting yield with straw-like hands.
Stuffed with hay in a tailored suit
shooing blackbirds, from rooted fruit.

The boughs of trees, will swathe in green
and buds will pop upon their sleeves.
the nights shall wane as days burn bright-
but springtime comes with season plight

for me the spring, does conjure up
memories of my buttercup,
within my heart this flower sleeps
and petals, once again shall weep.

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  • 3 weeks ago

    by Mark

    Well deserved win Michael!

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Well done, Michael. Three rhyming poems on the front page - thought I'd never see the day!

    Take care

    • 3 weeks ago

      by Michael

      Indeed fella, and nice to see yours here too :)

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Milly Hayward

    This is amazing Michael.. It exudes nature and spring loved it... much love Milly x

    • 3 weeks ago

      by Michael

      Thank you Miss Milly :0x

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Daniel

    I noticed birds singing for the first time yesterday, and geese flying back. Your poem captures the hope spring brings!

    • 3 weeks ago

      by Michael

      Thanks Daniel:)

  • 3 weeks ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Michael, this is a wonderful wistful amble through your early walks and memories. The imagery is superb and made me feel I was there. My favourite part was the mention of a scarecrow. This made me remember the programme we used to watch on a Saturday after our tea, Wurzel. Great memories of John Purtwee and miss Stubbs.
    Excellent!

    • 3 weeks ago

      by Michael

      Thank you Mr D. Nice comments old chum:)

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