Taking Duke for a walk this crisp, yet beautifully sunny February morning,, inspired me to write this poem. The weather forecast is actually for heavy snow this week, but we shall see, they don’t always get it quite right!
Early Spring and signs of life in the churchyard
A carpet of snowdrops adorns the grassy banks
Interwoven with crocuses, primroses and flanked
by golden trumpets standing tall and proud
dappled with sunlight, occasionally bowed.
A patchwork quilt of these beautiful flowers
The jewels of spring in their finest hour.
A pheasant strolls round the ancient stones
On a February morning, content yet alone,
shimmering feathers of bronze and emerald hues
Strutting silently over the grass and dew,
uninterrupted and peaceful, an innocent bird
graceful and regal, no sound to be heard.
A Perfect sky of blue, so bright and crystal clear
a few motionless clouds, wispy, pale and here
beneath them the trees pose stately and strong
new leaves harbouring the birds and their wonderful song.
An easterly wind chills the bones of the few
who are out walking for pleasure, admiring the views
A contest brews between the harsh wind and warming sun
my heart skips a beat, glorious spring has finally sprung.