NaPoWriMo Day 16. Over the half way mark now. Today’s poem is called Gentle Spring. I thought I’d write something inspired by the lovely weather we’re having at the moment. Although I’m not much of a gardener I do love the sight of spring flowers, the first butterflies and the big fat bumble bees when they crash into my conservatory windows. They’re so huge they’re not even in the slightest bit stunned. Marvelous. Anyway here it is. It’s called Gentle Spring
Gentle Spring
Chilled mornings
clinging on to winter
give way to almost summer
as the day moves on.
The heady fragrance of
snow-white Lillies of the Valley
invoke memories of grandmothers
long ago lost.
Early butterflies and fat bumbles
dance on canary coloured Daffodils.
Birds busy themselves nesting
in forests and glades
where gentian waves of Bluebells
sway as the breeze finds its way
through wooded gaps,
the trees not yet ready
to unfurl their verdant canopies.
Bright and blowsy Tulips
open their faces to the sun,
still weak, and carry us through
to warmer, longer days.
