MARCH 1st 2019

Michael Edwards

 

 

 

MARCH 1st 2019

 

I looked with joy this Friday morn

at seasons changes subtly drawn

as imprints left on hoar rimed grass

began to fade and ice like glass

began to melt as sun broke through

on frosted webs and merging dew

with welcome sounds of seasons tread

 the signs of spring began to spread.

 

 

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 9th, 2019 01:50
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  • Goldfinch60

    Some of us are still waiting for winter!

    Super write Michael, wonderful imagery in your words.

    • Michael Edwards

      I wrote this on the day and forgot to post it sooner - thanks Andy.

    • Fay Slimm.

      Sensing each line of flow in your beautiful ode depicting change from cold into Spring gave a smile to my first read of the day dear Michael. My thanks for this lyrical read.

    • orchidee

      Good write M. Miss Berles like Winter?

      • Michael Edwards

        Yes she is best friends with Win Tur - she and Win go back a long way - they haven't got bus passes.

        • orchidee

          Ahh. I might go to Art Show today. Cooeee, see you later!

        • ANGELA & BRIAN

          AH UNCLE MIKE ~ Better late than never ~ A melodius QUARTET of Rhyming Couplets to herald the incoming of SPRING ~ 21st March is the official day which is why Scotland is still experiencing BLIZZARDS ~ Snow from the West and Oval Hail from the South (WALES !).
          Your cartoon reminded me of BETTJEMANS CHRISTMAS

          No love that in a Family dwells
          No carolling in the frosty air
          Nor all the steeple shaking bells
          Can with this single Truth compare
          That God was Man in Palestine
          And lives today in BREAD & WINE !

          Blessings & Love as always
          BRIAN & ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡

          • Michael Edwards

            Ah JB - love his work and always enjoy looking at his statue when I pass through KC St P .

            • ANGELA & BRIAN

              Thanks UNCLE MIKE ! I give a talk on JB and always show a PHOTO of the Statue with JB gazing upwards in awe of the Victorian Elegance of KC St P Station. JB was born in 1906 and like Prince Charles he is a defender of all things Victorian & Edwardian ~ Thank GOD ! Yours in Poetry & Architecture BRIAN.

            • dusk arising

              Forget those seasons
              global warming's here
              'I'll be right back' says Jack Frost
              with a sideways sneer

              Who needs hot water bottles now we have 'glow-ball' warming? Turn your central heating off and prepare to bake.

              • Michael Edwards

                I'm still waiting for my globals to get warm - but soon maybe. My wife has the coldest feet outside the north pole and even takes a hot water bottle when we adjourn to the Med in the summer. Thanks again Dusk - I always appreciate your comments.

              • Neville

                when spring is sprung like this, you just got to smile.... N )

                • Michael Edwards

                  You sure have - thanks N

                  Spring is sprung, the grass is ris.
                  I wonders where dem birdies is.
                  They say the birds is on the wing.
                  but that's absurd?
                  the wing is surely on the bird.

                  • Neville

                    shoulda saved that for tomorrows post )

                    • Michael Edwards

                      Sadly not mine.

                    • JaydeVictoria

                      The flow and format of this poem is breathtaking. I really enjoyed it and of course, brilliant imagery!

                      • Michael Edwards

                        Aah thank you Jayde - you are too kind.

                      • MendedFences27

                        Brilliant and lovely poetry, the real thing. Smoothness, imagery, and rhyme, blended to perfection. LOved this one to keeps. - Phil A.

                        • Michael Edwards

                          I'm really flattered - thanks so much Phil

                        • orchidee

                          You given up those choccie biccies for Lent there? What's Miss Berles giving up for those 40 days? Cue for a cartoon on Lent?!

                          • Michael Edwards

                            1) Might just as well have - I Lent them to someone

                            2) Miss Berles is giving up left handed strawberry picking.

                            3) I've given up drawing cartoons for Lent. Errr - who is Lent?



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