Poeticpiers
01-25-2006, 07:44 AM
Points of view
Blue skies and sunshine heralding
an end to winter. Soon the spring
returns to end cold winters reign
and turn the drab world green again.
A promise nature will fulfil
She always has and always will.
When winter’s austere beauty’s gone,
Then we may miss it I suppose
but spring will bring its own delight
with early flowers glowing bright
and green in all its myriad shades
will freshly deck the fields and glades.
The earth will thrust forth shoots
from tubers, corms and hidden roots.
To form a riotous display
with shy snowdrops leading the way.
Wild narcissus and daffodil
will sound their trumpets with a will.
A sight we all appreciate
and all we have to do is wait.
The spring will come, then it must go
and summer’s here before you know.
Our leisure time we can employ
doing things that we enjoy.
We do not need to be indoors
and Mother Nature in due course.
Decides to mount her autumn show
in hues and tints, which simply glow.
The fields and woods her gallery,
she paints anew the scenery.
King winter waits impatiently
his intent is to strip each tree
Until bare twigs against the sky
form a delicate tracery.
Of thread like black against the blue
real beauty from his point of view.
Jan-06.
Blue skies and sunshine heralding
an end to winter. Soon the spring
returns to end cold winters reign
and turn the drab world green again.
A promise nature will fulfil
She always has and always will.
When winter’s austere beauty’s gone,
Then we may miss it I suppose
but spring will bring its own delight
with early flowers glowing bright
and green in all its myriad shades
will freshly deck the fields and glades.
The earth will thrust forth shoots
from tubers, corms and hidden roots.
To form a riotous display
with shy snowdrops leading the way.
Wild narcissus and daffodil
will sound their trumpets with a will.
A sight we all appreciate
and all we have to do is wait.
The spring will come, then it must go
and summer’s here before you know.
Our leisure time we can employ
doing things that we enjoy.
We do not need to be indoors
and Mother Nature in due course.
Decides to mount her autumn show
in hues and tints, which simply glow.
The fields and woods her gallery,
she paints anew the scenery.
King winter waits impatiently
his intent is to strip each tree
Until bare twigs against the sky
form a delicate tracery.
Of thread like black against the blue
real beauty from his point of view.
Jan-06.