Spring Arises.

Goldfinch60



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.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 11th, 2020 02:10
  • Comment from author about the poem: Spring is here.
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments6

  • orchidee

    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.

    • Goldfinch60

      It is here,live for the moment.

      Andy

      • orchidee

        You nearly ready for Ch...……. in 9 months? Oops, unmentionable until December.

      • Saxon Crow

        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

        • Goldfinch60

          Thank you SC.

          Have you been spying on me to know these things,!!!

          Andy

        • Fay Slimm.

          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.

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you Fay, I have not yet found Blueberry hill either.

            Andy

          • dusk arising

            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.

            • Goldfinch60

              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

            • Michael Edwards

              And only three months before the nights start to draw in !!

              • Goldfinch60

                Plenty of time to enjoy the daylight yet.

                Andy

              • myself and me

                A new year, a new start, a new spring to celebrate a new life.

                • Goldfinch60

                  Wonderful is it not?

                  Andy



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