Each day starts earlier
As the darkness becomes shorter
And the light comes swifter,
Swifter into our lives.
I arise from my slumber
Into the morning
And out into nature’s realm.
I walk down the road,
Walk towards the wood
And it is all around me,
The vibrant colours of new life
Painting a new artwork
Into my life,
Each one unique.
I walk passed the blackthorn,
Whose bright white flowers
Belays its name.
As I reach the wood life stirs.
The birds gathering twigs and moss
Lining their nests for new life,
And their songs pervade my mind
As nature’s symphony assails my soul,
Bringing music to my heart.
New life abounds around me
As nature’s glory shows me,
Shows me that spring arises.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Spring is here.
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A fine write Gold - hope so!
A pessimist's view now - cheer up, it's still Winter for another 10 days, so my diary says!
Doh! In just over 3 months (from June 21st) the nights start drawing again. And only 9 months to Christmas. I'm a misery! heehee.
It is here,live for the moment.
Andy
You nearly ready for Ch...……. in 9 months? Oops, unmentionable until December.
What woods? Or do you mean the shrub by the parade of shops just down the road? Orrr have you moved?
Banter aside - Love the poem GF
Thank you SC.
Have you been spying on me to know these things,!!!
Andy
At last we can see Spring activity and you verse it so well- - love the number which Ol' Satchmo made famous but have yet to find Blueberry Hill here. Enjoy your morning sight of new happenings in woodland there Andy and thank you for sharing your delights with us.
Thank you Fay, I have not yet found Blueberry hill either.
Andy
Lovely Video of Satchmo thank you. That man could do things on a trumpet which had never been done before.... a two octave glissando for example... but also a man of remarkable character and distinctive voice.
Spring comes shout into our life with its brilliant displays of blossom. Who could fail to notice?
Suddenly there is growth and the world becomes a soft verdant bushy place before the farmers trim it all back.... a favourite time and favourite sight for me when i venture beyond the city.
Your words encourage me to go looking for it.
Thank you d a. I saw a programme once where Wynton Marsalis was doing a masterclass and he said that Satchmo could do things on a trumpet that still others cannot do.
Go looking d a it is waiting for you.
Andy
And only three months before the nights start to draw in !!
Plenty of time to enjoy the daylight yet.
Andy
A new year, a new start, a new spring to celebrate a new life.
Wonderful is it not?
Andy
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