I don't have any new poems at present, and so I thought I would share with you the first days of spring, post equinox, in my country garden.
This morning we had a visit from six beautiful Gold Finches with their striking red flashes, feeding on bibbits in the grass; our resident Robin perched on the chicken run keeping a beady eye as I did the first weeding of the season round the apple tree. Blue Tits busy harvesting tiny twigs to build their nest; and those cockerels with confused body clocks! how they crow down in the meadow.
Nature, our natural form of poetry is tempestuous, and then beautifully graceful with her turning seasons and cycles of fertility and death, wrapped in her own fragility.
This was poetry to my ear....I can't wait to get out in the garden once the snow melts...still cold here so a very slow melt.
ReplyDeleteDonna@LivingFromHappiness
I'm glad you did; I enjoyed being with you a little while, in your Spring garden, thanks to your poetic prose.
ReplyDeleteI am pleased you enjoyed my piece, Rosemary.
DeleteI appreciate your comments. I've been aiming this revitalize our garden for Sprong, but I may have missed the window of time.
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful, to have a yard full of birds! Happy gardening.
ReplyDeleteLove to hear, knowing that it soon will come. Today we had a taste of spring, and the resident birds were wild and crazy all around us.
ReplyDeleteHow lovely to have a garden full of birds!😊 this was beautiful to envision.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sanaa.
DeleteYes, it seems spring is here at last!
ReplyDeleteI must say I am jealous of all the birds you have in your garden. I have HEARD robins here, but have not seen any. When I do see one, I will believe it is spring. Nature is definitely a form of poetry, more beautiful than anything that humans can compose.
ReplyDeleteThank you Mary, and I certainly agree with your last sentence.
DeleteExcellent "spring journal" entry.
ReplyDeleteZQ
I adore birds, they are definitely a sign of spring and warmer days. It sounds like you have a lovely garden.
ReplyDeleteI took pictures of finches today in 12 feet snow!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautifully drawn. With all the nature elements here, it struck me that it could, someday, evolve into a haibun ... the close is rendered to perfectly dovetail with a haiku, if ever you feel so inclined.
ReplyDeleteA lovely garden idyll - much enjoyed.
If this is not poetry, what is?
ReplyDeleteThis is a lovely prose poem.
ReplyDeleteI think the words "Nature, our natural form of poetry ..." is inspired. One thing though: we Guernsey islanders know what bibbits are but does anyone else?
ReplyDeleteUm, there is a thought, I don't know. Well thank you for you much appreciated remarks, Richard.
Deletefirst weeding -
ReplyDeletebeady eyes of Spring birds
without their song
thought your prose would make a nice haibun so I'm offering a haiku
much love...