A cold day in May.
Where has the spring gone?
Yet, the flowers live on.
A Cold Day in May
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Tag Archives: the seasons
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.
I Saw Carefree Spring Kiss Winter Goodbye
I
Saw carefree spring kiss
Winter goodbye.
And I
Found bliss
Midst newly opened flowers
That time devours.
I saw summer hot
Take the spring,
But cared not
For I
Was still in love with spring.
I saw autumn come,
With her gentle sun
And knew my hours
Midst sweet flowers
Must fade away.
Now, on a winter’s day
I think on the flower’s bloom
Which is, so soon
Gone,
And on my grey hair,
And I wonder where,
The carefree, spring has gone.
An Autumn Bird
An autumn bird
I heard
Sing
Ere the sky
Grew bright,
And I
Thought of spring,
And eternal night.
Autumn (an Acrostic)
August has long since ceased to be.
Upon the forest floor,
The oak and Chestnut has shed its store,
Unceremoniously, of conker and acorn.
Mulch for the lawn,
Now leaves feed the ground.
Life and Death
In this wood
That I love
Things live and die.
Birds fly
Above
My head
Whilst, on the ground
The leaves lie,
Brown,
And dead
Autumn Fly
An autumn fly
Buzzes around my head.
Summer is dead
Yet will not die.
Seasons pass.
We are brittle as glass
This fly
And I.
Autumn
The scent of autumn is soon gone.
I shall live on
For a time
And take joy in rhyme
And the leaves
That please
Me
As they fall from a myriad
Tree.
I am glad
To forget my care
In this autumn air.
And shall learn to be
At one with leaf and tree.
Bud
Sometimes I would
That the bud
Could stay
That way.
In spring
Birds sing
And buds, for an hour,
Flower.
In Autumn
In autumn leaves patter
Down.
The vane
Frown
And dye their hair
As though ‘twere
Not so.
But the wise know
That leaves must
Turn to dust
And life’s dream shatter.
K Morris - Poet 