A family of long-tailed tits have come to visit me,
they’ve been here all day in and out the Eucalyptus tree.
They’re eating all the old nuts and fat balls that I’ve put out
I’ve not seen them here before, so I guess without a doubt
they like what I’ve provided more than the usual seeds
that all the birds sort through and drop down to grow into weeds!
Category Archives: Spring
Poetry and fiction relating to our British Spring Season – from the end of March through to mid-June
Rain
Too much Rain!
(Trois-par-huit poem)
Now at last
the fear of drought has passed.
They can now cancel the hosepipe ban.
We can put away our brand new watering can,
and forget any idea of a summer tan.
It’s never going to stop, it’s plain,
each day we get again
too much rain!
Dunnocks
Duncan and Dulcie Dunnock are a good pair
they’ve bred here for years in our bush over there.
They fly round and round our garden all day long
feeding their chicks who are making quite a song.
May’s here at last
Spring flowers have faded away,
yellow’s gone ’til another day,
leaves on the trees are in full sway.
It must be May! It must be May!
Welcome Spring
Spring flowers,
days with much longer hours,
buds are sprouting on the bare-branched trees.
Butterflies emerging from the long winter freeze,
flutter around our gardens on the gentle breeze.
Spawn in the pond, frogs have been mating.
Birds all now sit and sing:
“Welcome Spring!”
April Showers
On with my coat and walking shoes,
the dogs are ready to go,
but the sky has turned a dark shade of grey
and it looks like it might snow.
Here comes the rain –
and here I’m staying!
Off with my coat and settled down again
to wait for the shower to stop.
It’s now raining cats and dogs, and even hail
has caught us all on the hop.
Down comes the rain –
no walk yet, it’s plain.
Ready for Spring
Now the Winter snow has gone away,
the temperature is higher,
the daffodils raise their heads
and bulbs start sprouting up
ready to burst out
into flower
in time for
pretty
Spring.
A nonet poem has nine descending lines of 9 syllables, then 8,7,6,5,4,3,2 and finally 1. It doesn’t need to rhyme.
Hello Iris
Hello Iris, it’s so good to see you again.
It seems so long since I last saw you, when
I thought you’d gone away for good.
Oh hello Daff, I see you’ve come to join us too.
How surprised and glad I am to see you!
I thought that last year you were dead!