Dull spring morning.
Another day
Of work
In a contemporary play
Of temporary things.
Soon the afternoon
Will come.
The sun
May shine –
How many moons
And suns
Will I see?
My mug of tea
Grows cold
Next to me
Cooling Tea
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Tag Archives: spring
Early March
Early March.
Winter’s last blast
Tries to deny
The spring
Earth
These autumn leaves
Remind me
Of my mortality.
Winter’s knife
Chops down life.
And trees
In spring bring
Forth leaves
And I recall
We all
Are of earth
And turf.
On a Quiet Sunday
On a quiet Sunday
In Spring
I heard the clock’s
Tick tock.
It said, “this day
Of spring
Is full of sunshine.
Girls without socks
Play. But sunshine
Does not stay.
And all rhyme
Has it’s time”.
This Little March Snow
This little March snow
Soon must go.
And spring birds sing
Over tombs.
Flowers in Springtime
Flowers in springtime
Bring to mind
A former springtime.
But I find
That my November,
And oncoming December
Haunt my mind.
In Flowering May
In flowering May
We little think
On Autumn grey
But our spring
Does not stay.
Spring
A young woman’s perfume
On a spring afternoon.
We guys vie, try
To impress.
Our grey
On her spring day.
A Cold Day in May
A cold day in May.
Where has the spring gone?
Yet, the flowers live on.
In Mid April
In mid April
The birds sing
And start
A rill
Of hope in my heart.
Surely this Covid thing
Will pass?
But, for now lad
And lass
Are glad
That birds still sing
In spring.
K Morris - Poet 