Friday Poem: O Spring

As winters go on planet Earth, ours here in Southern Australia is quite mild – where we live, snow is a rare and welcome novelty, and cabin fever unheard of. But, even though the woods will never be snowy, dark and deep, we’ve found our winter long and cold this year, and everyone is longing for Spring sunshine. DSCF9455 (Large)

Monday dawns dull and grey

Overcast sky and misty rain

Wind from the south and the icy sea

But Spring! Oh, Spring!

Cries the pink blossom tree.

Put on your coat and scarf and hat

You’ll need them all to walk in that

Take an umbrella to stroll and chat.

Run, little dog, this isn’t spring,

But the pink blossom tree

Would argue with that.

The wheelbarrow is to show you the reality of winter in our area – after the dry dusty summer, weeds suddenly germinate and over-run the garden. Every year, when longing for the rain to come, I forget that it leads to an explosion of weeds – and now we are longing for sunshine, and forgetting about the downsides of summer. Such is life!

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2 thoughts on “Friday Poem: O Spring

  1. Wonderful taste of the changing seasons. The coming of spring is so special and you paint it well. Isn’t it great how we respond to the changing of seasons and they seem to come just when we are ready? Love the allusion to the dog!

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