Happy Easter

I decided to write another poem this morning, yes I know my poems aren’t great, I’m hardly a Bronte, Austin or Keats, but I do like to have a go. What I love is that on occasion I think about something, or even look at something, then words start reverberating around my head like a bouncy ball inside it, boing, boing, boing. I get an urge to write things down sometimes, so here we are.

The idea for this came from hearing the sound of buzzards while I was standing in the garden waiting for the dog to do what he wanted to do – hardly a romantic setting! I looked up to see which birds were making the high pitched sound and there was a pair of buzzards soaring and circling above me, flying in harmony with each other.

Easter Morning

Two buzzards soar above the clouds

Their high-pitched sound informing

Their grace and beauty resonates

Amidst the silence of this Easter morning

Easter eggs wait to be given

A symbol of new life and hope

To remember Him on the cross

This is a time of kindness and love

Signs of new life surround me

In nature with of all its splendour

Forsythia, daffodils, primroses