Homework September "Promises of Spring"
Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2023 1:07 pm
Promises of Spring
That moment when the daffodils appear beside the fence
and snowdrops bow their dainty nodding heads,
azaleas and rhododendrons blaze in grand display
whilst pansy faces wink from in their beds.
As clouds of blossom waft above and softly ride the breeze,
the hyacinths and jonquils scent the air,
and forests burst with bluebells in a carpet for our feet,
we cannot help but voice a grateful prayer.
As spring unlocks the flowers, it’s as if our breath is held -
anticipation, faith returns anew,
and sunshine makes us happy with its opportune return,
as once again it gently pushes through.
Those moments that remain forever treasured in our minds -
from joyful birds to busy, buzzing bees,
aromas like the new mown grass, the twilight’s longer hours,
and dancing lambs that never fail to please,
all take us back to childhood, with the wonders and delight
that complement this season like a song;
that feeling there is nothing on this Earth to mar our joy,
that nobody could ever do us wrong.
When everything seems possible as winter’s chased away
and nature’s glory seems to rule supreme.
“Here comes the sun!” we cry, and think
to keep this gift would be a perfect dream.
The whole world is a garden in a metaphoric way,
each heart fresh soil that’s turned, awaiting seeds.
The seasons change and so do we, and we can plant our own
to cultivate with hope no loss concedes.
This Eden of our spirit must be watched and tended well,
whilst choking weeds can firmly be removed,
no strangler vines allowed to thrive, no thistles granted space,
and well pruned traits can always be improved.
It must be nurtured daily with a patient, fixed resolve;
protection can be planned to shield from threat,
and loving hands must deal with every challenge that ensues,
avoiding many chances of regret.
Regardless of the icy winds of winter blown our way,
or falling leaves producing pensive sighs,
extremity of draining summer heat that slows us down,
this springtime goal should stay before our eyes.
For lying deep inside us in this haven of the soul,
despite the certain hardships, grief and pain
when different times in life bring worries, loneliness or loss,
we know this gentle sun will shine again.
Our care should be perennial, a never-ending quest
to reap rewards such gardens prove to bring,
and if we tend them wisely, we may find we can indeed
hold deep within, a never-ending spring.
© Catherine Lee, September 2023
That moment when the daffodils appear beside the fence
and snowdrops bow their dainty nodding heads,
azaleas and rhododendrons blaze in grand display
whilst pansy faces wink from in their beds.
As clouds of blossom waft above and softly ride the breeze,
the hyacinths and jonquils scent the air,
and forests burst with bluebells in a carpet for our feet,
we cannot help but voice a grateful prayer.
As spring unlocks the flowers, it’s as if our breath is held -
anticipation, faith returns anew,
and sunshine makes us happy with its opportune return,
as once again it gently pushes through.
Those moments that remain forever treasured in our minds -
from joyful birds to busy, buzzing bees,
aromas like the new mown grass, the twilight’s longer hours,
and dancing lambs that never fail to please,
all take us back to childhood, with the wonders and delight
that complement this season like a song;
that feeling there is nothing on this Earth to mar our joy,
that nobody could ever do us wrong.
When everything seems possible as winter’s chased away
and nature’s glory seems to rule supreme.
“Here comes the sun!” we cry, and think
to keep this gift would be a perfect dream.
The whole world is a garden in a metaphoric way,
each heart fresh soil that’s turned, awaiting seeds.
The seasons change and so do we, and we can plant our own
to cultivate with hope no loss concedes.
This Eden of our spirit must be watched and tended well,
whilst choking weeds can firmly be removed,
no strangler vines allowed to thrive, no thistles granted space,
and well pruned traits can always be improved.
It must be nurtured daily with a patient, fixed resolve;
protection can be planned to shield from threat,
and loving hands must deal with every challenge that ensues,
avoiding many chances of regret.
Regardless of the icy winds of winter blown our way,
or falling leaves producing pensive sighs,
extremity of draining summer heat that slows us down,
this springtime goal should stay before our eyes.
For lying deep inside us in this haven of the soul,
despite the certain hardships, grief and pain
when different times in life bring worries, loneliness or loss,
we know this gentle sun will shine again.
Our care should be perennial, a never-ending quest
to reap rewards such gardens prove to bring,
and if we tend them wisely, we may find we can indeed
hold deep within, a never-ending spring.
© Catherine Lee, September 2023