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.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Some of us are still waiting for winter!
Super write Michael, wonderful imagery in your words.
I wrote this on the day and forgot to post it sooner - thanks Andy.
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.
My pleasure - thanks Fay
Good write M. Miss Berles like Winter?
Yes she is best friends with Win Tur - she and Win go back a long way - they haven't got bus passes.
Ahh. I might go to Art Show today. Cooeee, see you later!
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 🧡🧡🧡🧡
Ah JB - love his work and always enjoy looking at his statue when I pass through KC St P .
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.
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.
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.
when spring is sprung like this, you just got to smile.... N )
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.
shoulda saved that for tomorrows post )
Sadly not mine.
The flow and format of this poem is breathtaking. I really enjoyed it and of course, brilliant imagery!
Aah thank you Jayde - you are too kind.
Brilliant and lovely poetry, the real thing. Smoothness, imagery, and rhyme, blended to perfection. LOved this one to keeps. - Phil A.
I'm really flattered - thanks so much Phil
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?!
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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