Poetry Blogs (2017, spring)
When you can't see the bluebells
There's cleary something wrong
Possibly something terribly wrong
If you miss the bluebells
Your life has passed you by
My favourite flower, my favourite time
Normally waited for, longed for, at winters end
This year only spotted as they hung their heads towards their demise
That too, almost missed
Why so, too much on, tunnelled vision ...
Saturday 20th May 2017 6:49 pm
I've been waiting for spring for a long, long time. These March and April are very cold. There are no blossoms near my house.
I am reading a lot of poems to feel spring.
Today I read a charming verse by James Henry Leigh Hunt. It is called May and the Poets.
«There is May in books forever»...
That's so true!
What is your favorite poem about springtime? I'd like to read it.
Wednesday 5th April 2017 9:30 am
Snowy night in
The early spring—
Winter heavy upon
I see your figure
Approaching in the dark,
A silhouette in the snow
Against the lantern lights.
Inside, the house is warm,
Though I stand below the lintel
Watching your approach and
Feeling the chilly breeze.
The sight of you
After the long season
Of longing separation
Brings a smile to my heart.
You hesitate in the ...
Sunday 15th January 2017 2:25 pm