
The bluebells are blooming, it's that time of year in the garden there under the tree that gives shade from the sun when their time has begun for this lovely bright vision we see
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The cherry tree in Ham Field is in full blossom and looks great so I'm rather pleased we left things and decided then to wait til some warmer Springtime weather before coming to this place as now we see it in full glory as it smiles in Summer's face
At the end of April, summer made an early show of hand as the sun shone warm on Sussex fair across this pleasant land So I put a best foot forward took advantage with no shame once more into the hedgerow bordered pathways, trails and lane Exploring parts of Sussex I had never been before in this lovely springtime sunshine as that's just what it is for
Winter’s grey-cast clouds have passed and Summer’s child is here to bring us hope and merriment and fill our hearts with cheer This child is full of freedom speaking freshly of the truth which every year around this time gives nature’s hand its youth Summer’s child will not stay long but with a flair and fling as seasons through the years have sung for Summer’s child is Spring
Counting days til sunshine and the pleasure that will bring with long hours at the beach hut in the warmer days of Spring
Springtime’s definitely on it’s way as in the pot out front two daffodils are glowing as from the earth they shunt ‘Glowing’ here and ‘growing’ the choice of word is right as after winter’s iron chill they are a welcome sight
April cast a shadow though I’m not in mind to care for it was one cast by the sunshine and the Springtime almost there April cast a shadow to hide the winter chills from view heralding a summer and warmer times anew April cast a shadow on the first of thirty days showed the fool where he should go with all his foolish ways
Magical this influence of Mother Nature’s hand blessed with a dose of sunshine all across the land Springtime knows no boundaries her hand is everywhere painting all with colour for everyone to share
Sitting in a pocket of springtime Warmed by a welcome embrace Breathing deeply the fragrance Feeling the sun on my face Knowing the winter’s behind me Forgetting the six months of chill Looking forward to summer Promising warmer days still
Now the Spring has found its voice it is shouting out in yellow ‘Have some sun and warmer days’ it cries like a good fellow Summer clothes and summer smiles find the people, one and all And sunglasses in abundance heed that welcome Springtime call
Green grass freshly mown breathe deep smell the loam Green shoots on the trees sprouting now into leaves Green fronds nature tells there will be sun and then bluebells Green April leaps to spring giving life to everything
I think that if there’s one thing to remind me of the Spring It is the humble daffodil and the pleasure it will bring It’s all about the yellow Bringing warmth sealed by the sun and it’s something of the promise at shadow’s end with light begun From the monochrome of winter the brightest colour for a while The bright but humble daffodil is sure to bring a smile
And I’ll tell you another thing and this is quite good And it has a good ending and it’s right that it should And there is still a chill and it’s still hanging on And I think it is going and it won’t now be long And then we’ll have summer and I will be free And the days will be longer and I’ll return to the sea And the flowers will blossom and the trees will be green And the sun will be warm and be the best it has been
©Jemverse
Photo – Jempics
‘And…‘ was first published via Jemverse on 3 March 2015.
Small yellow in my garden at the bottom in the sun caught my eye this morning now the winter time is done I don't what its name is but it grows here every year yellow in Spring sunshine so for me has purpose clear It's there to play a rhythm to accompany the song that rises with crescendo to play all summer long
First of April here for fools yet no prank here but truth for this is now the time of Spring when nature shows its youth There's evidence of that all around with bluebells in the grass and the yellow of forsythia as winter breathes its last And I for one I welcome this fresh nuance of the year as sunshine bears its testament for days of warmth and cheer
I'm down at the beach hut it needs no explaining making the most of the sun still remaining the locks were quite stiff from the salt and the rain but they loosened at last so it's open again
There is sunshine today and I think at long last the Spring has awoken from slumber as forsythia yellow like a jolly good fellow has blooms on its limbs in good number
First of March and in mind's eye spring begins with early sigh as green shoots winter's chill decry and yellow makes a stand First of March the grass grows long and blackbirds burst to morning song as buds burst forth in happy throng and yellow shows its hand First of March the sun shines high reaching up into the sky replacing truth from winter's lie and yellow comes as planned
It’s pleasant enough
sitting out in the sun
with a dog at my side
and a pen on the run
Capturing words
here in full flow
from the mind of a poet
to the pages below
I’m in the garden, it’s shiny
and growing right there
two dandelions in
the bright sunshine glare
So, as they’re yellow and lovely
and doing no harm
I trimmed the grass round them
so as not to alarm
And sitting here now
with a beer at my side
the shiny world smiles
and my grin is quite wide