Started on 16 Sep 20136 poems
Snowdrop, tulip, daffodil and crocus.
Your colours coax dull lenses to focus.
Rain often drenched
You saved a bee ... that said so much to me.
Drowsy, dry and debilitated the bee lay on the
Study the trees in Saltaire and Roberts Park,
The large English Oak with a twisted furrowed
Spring is here for all to see,
So it's off for a walk for you and me,
Through the woods or in a
Evening mountains quietly
Encircle the valley,
Hiding in snow.
Pure melt water
Spring burned in that fire
Behind the evening trees.
All day it bled the ice
Back into lake and