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
The warmth of weekends
cosy from winter blankets
bodes well to the week
So with high spirits
Monday comes with gusto here
cocooned I embrace
And the warm embers
envelope and protect me
as the week proceeds
Took a while to get warm
but now that I'm here
I will stay in this sunshine
with a book and a beer
and soak it all up
til I've had my fill
cos I know that its hand
will cure any ill
and there's something else
because now it's mid-May
I'm confident that
the sunshine will stay
The air was so brittle
it brought a chill to the bone
So I wasn’t out long
before heading for home
Much better instead to
curl up with a book
with just the occasional
glance up for a look
As it’s sometimes quite disheartening
in short days of winter chill
A thing that will encourage
is that it isn’t long until
the warmer days that come with Spring
It’ll bring more light and mean
that we can turn away from grey
and see instead the green
Breath escapes in tiny clouds
a whisper to the chill
as icy iron fingers grab
and hassle me at will
I’m minding my own business
A summer’s child adrift
Lost in this cold wilderness
and feeling somewhat miffed
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
Come on summer, I know you are out there
I’ve been waiting, your warmth I need to feel
I try to wait until you decide to show yourself
But today I really need you, here’s my appeal.
For the briefest moment
behind winter’s veil
I felt the warmth of the sun
It was something I welcomed
with arms open wide
As it felt as though spring had begun
In the gun-metal grey of midwinter
When cold grips vice-like
and, huddled in blankets
we stay cocooned in the warmth
of a fruitcake and hot tea afternoon
and dream of yellow
When it’s cold in the winter
I will look to the sun
and think back to the summer
as I have always done
Back to the days
of whimsy and breeze
when a cool wisp is welcome
rustling quiet through the leaves
Leaving the colour
of October behind
I walked into November
with winter in mind
But the ethereal light
spilling there
through the green
made this the warmest
November I’d seen
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