Spring poems

Ilkley bridge 3-18

Snowy Owl

Ghost glider, heat seeker, soft stealth bomber…
Freeze tight, small critter – or you’re a gonner.

Equinox

Stuttering sun, in slumber sunk,
Grunts and yawns and starts to stir,
Dormant green in deep freeze furled,
Melts and moistens;
And nature’s spring collection, on catwalk cusp
Will soon its hearty hues infuse
As earth renews and lives again.

Sentinels

Two bare trees: lone sentinels in frozen field,
Lung-like: capillary clusters;
A fantasy of filigree, tangle of tendrils
Imprints pale sky,
Awaiting April’s rush of blood and sap.

Spring comes

For days, a haze, the sullen sky
Stayed glum, wore grimace grey;
A splash of yellow, glint of blue,
All changed, a transformed day.

Warm copper light and barely a ripple,
Riverside revellers lounge and tipple.

 

 

 

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