elsiewarrenswords

Spring

Green wax leaves

Stealing kisses from the pink falling blossom; little thieves.

Warming hug of the sun’s rays

With that little bit of breeze to stifle its blaze.

 

Sandy banks flattered with the odd paw print

And that filtering, clear stream passing through the rocks with a crystal glimpse.

Books laid on a blanket in the garden

With a piece of clothing for the evening chill, a cardigan.

 

The voices of neighboring children

Running barefoot in and out of their building.

Cherry ice pops, water bombs and paddling pools,

Mum rambling through her spring cleanings tools.                     12

 

The beginning of growth for the flowers

Spring brings one and more of its powers.

The decision between trousers or a dress?

Whether you’ll be warm with more or less.

 

The ice cream van’s tinkle,

And the smell of barbeque - with the dog’s nose there is a crinkle.

Fresh cut grass and cotton flowing in the wind

Around your legs, perfectly designed.

 

A kind bee’s buzz

Does what it is supposed to do because

We all need honey for our breakfast in the morn

Especially when spring is born.

Comments2

  • orchidee

    Good write Elsie.

  • dusk arising

    You capture so much here of the daily joys springtime can bring into our lives. A pleasure to read. Sadly I shan't see much of this years springtime wonderland thanks to lockdown... i wrote about that today, please take a peep.



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