Spring comes up from the ground, heaving hot and green
up stems and shoots,
through leaves and

On a bench on a summer afternoon,
a stranger told me life is long,
or seems so when one chooses

Evening mountains quietly
Encircle the valley,
Hiding in snow.

Pure melt water
Tumbles with

Spring is here for all to see,
So it's off for a walk for you and me,
Through the woods or in a

(Impression of a Wedding Anniversary)

The trees are still proud and bare
but in the sunlight the

Honeyed beams of sunlight sing
with a precious petalled touch,
ushering me into Spring,
a season

As I step into the garden
Fragrances and sounds of Spring
New songs of unrecognised birds
While

A guttural green sound in the wrecked garden.

Cough of spring earth
clearing its croaked winter

each day grows longer,
garlands of tree buds blooming,
regeneration.

And now the trees have come alive
with birds. Birds singing!
And Spring has made Blossom his

Blossoms are cradled
by their beautiful branches -
splashes of soft pink.

15 March

Let forth the spring flowers
That the rose that's grown,
Be a symbolic sign of Lovers
With the

It was summer's eve when I saw
A star that I spied across a sky
I named a star after her

Morning Glory

Spring is too beautiful to ignore
she commands my rapt attention
The sunlight

When A Rose is grown
It is A wonderful thing
It brings life and Love
To the garden of earth
When

A shower here
A hail there.
Blossoms fly,
White on grass.
Two seconds sun rays
To ignite my

Statuesque in Nellie's burn,
that slapped and sloshed over mossy stones,
a vast ocean to my

Sun, birds' songs
Colourful flowers
Blossoms on trees
Happiness, joy,
A new beginning.
Why am I

The blossoms trade their pink skirts
for dresses of soft green
and in the warm months of the

Raindrops fall on earth,
Rivers yearn for oceans
Birds long for their nest
And so I miss

A giant bird is in the sky above
Sweeping down angelically to her forest love
The sunlight softens

I watch the softly weeping clouds
and in my mind there are no doubts
that nothing really can

Come walk with me,
Four is the magic...
Through the green grass
of my garden..
Smell flowers,

As I walk through my garden,
See, thrill with the beauties
of this fabulous Spring.
Then I also

She has an armful of daffodils
cradled like a baby
made of sunshine.

She has daffodils clutched
like a hugful of flames -

torching her petroleum smile.
Blue gas

I hug an unruly bunch of excitable young daffodils.

Squeaking and giggling in nervous wind

A strait-jacketed choir of daffodils.
All claustrophobic sopranos.
Are made hysterical by a

The garden is grinning with daffodils.

Yellow winks, stealth-gleams,
from pulled-tight green

The recent mild spell
has gone, pushed away
by an encroaching easterly cold front
all the way

It is that time again...
Easter means Spring,
re-birth of Nature,
Easter bunnies,
coloured

Interior paths
Wander through
Spring sunlight

To a sudden
Chilling shade
Of

Spring bride -
the morello cherry
in blossom

The Chestnut aches,
holding up his heavy candelabras
in the rain.

Chronic

Springtime.

A hoary old man, winter lingers, until
he grows tired and relents, he gives way
to

The sweet morning dew
Does fill my nostrils with joy
And a sense of scents

Sun early for a few minutes
Bird food served before birds
ET soldering morning chill
Thinks,

A fallen moon crescent accentuates the day
Daylight cascading over pure beauty
In a delicate

Leaning on massive pine trees,
growing high in competition
to offer dry nectar delight for
all

Shadows reach garden gate,
Bunny searches a sunny spot.
Spring green leaves dance
to the tune of

Love June in between Spring and Summer
Lost a bit in fragrance, colours, in birdsongs
Days are

Slow Spring assembles
blossomed and green tapestry
fragrant with soft rain.

18 April

with dew still
clinging on the grass
the quest for clarity began:
efficient tools

A soft white butterfly
Flutters her wings
And gently rests on the steel rail tracks
A white

ENEKE THE BIRD
shared story in

ITS CHRISTMAS EVE $ A SNOW STORM IS BLOWING

THE

BAD MAGIC
shared story in poem

THE TRUE LIGHT

free verse poetry