New growth – a poem

I see you New green shoot Your tender stem grown From anchored root Unfurling quietly In springs warm sun The life ahead of you Just begun.

Warming – a poem

Spring sun stretches Her shining rays, Gracing us with blue skies And warmer days. Her strength however, Not fully rebirthed, She bows out early To return to the earth.

Crocus – a poem

Sovereign beauty, Such joy you bring, Your pearlescent purples Become the spring. A nod to innocence, An emerging dawn, You are new beginnings And the earth reborn.

The trees cry – a poem

Watching the water drops Trickle from treetops, Each one a tear of sorrow. Bare branches forlorn In the grey of the morn, As they wait for a better tomorrow. Even flowering colour Has never looked duller, In sunless cloud choked skies. It’s a pitiful scene Not a springtime dream, No wonder the trees do cry.

Lion of Spring – a poem

The lion of Spring With golden mane, Strength withstanding March wind and rain. Determined, defiant, This sunshine bloom Is fiercely resilient And roars his own tune.

Spring Snow – a poem

Snowflakes fall in a flurry, Each one a flighty down feather, Winters last stand has defied The awakening of the spring weather. Flower blooms hidden beneath The new fallen snow as it lays, Shrouding the land in a cape of white Natures beauty in a wintery way. The Earth she stands still for a moment

Sweet music – a poem

Their bugles play A joyous song In harmony One golden throng. Their melody carries Over vale and hills Sweet music Of the daffodils

Seasonal Soul

In Spring she stirred, Blossom cheered from every tree And her bright beating heart Bloomed with joyful glee. She skipped into summer Where the sun shined bright, She was wild and carefree Her sensual soul was alight. In Autumn she slowed Like brown leaves slowly fading, Her vibrancy dulling, Her minds shadows evading. Then in

February morning – a poem

The mist lies low, Bare trees crow, Ominous through the grey veil. Sunlight refuted, Colours muted, Deep in the stony skied dale, Yet the birds still sing A joyful song of spring And spirits are lifted but slight Til a breeze busies through Then glimpses of blue And hearts are then filled with delight

Primrose – Primula vulgaris

The primrose is a perennial flower and a bloom of spring. It symbolises renewal, youth and optimism and in the Victorian language of flowers meant “ I can’t live without you.” The leaves and flowers are edible either raw or cooked and the plant is also used medicinally. Large patches of primroses were thought to