Wednesday, 15 September 2010


“Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.” - Rainer Maria Rilke

I had a very busy day at work today, catching up at my desk after the day in Sydney. My secretary brought in a bunch of Spring flowers and their fragrance filled the office. The day outside was cool and wet, still gray, but the flowers and a few errant beams of sunlight promised that Winter was on its way out. Thoughts of Spring and a few flowers, a stray sunbeam here and there are enough to put one in a silly enough mood to write doggerel!


In early Spring as rain still falls and falls
And nights are cold and mornings gray,
The sleeping sun awakes and gently calls
To warm and lengthen more each day.

The roses start to bud and leaves unfurl
The bulbs all bloom, bright as a rainbow;
The daisies smile and like a youthful girl
Shine full of beauty, eager up to grow.

As heady fragrance fills each stirring garden,
Winter starts to depart and then lingers;
It freeze a young shoot, then begs its pardon,
Yielding to sunlight’s caressing fingers.

The birds for so long absent, silent,
Fly back and fill the air with trills;
The leaves young green, lush, vibrant,
The air astir with expectation, thrills.

My blood begins to warm and tingles
As it succumbs to springtide stimulations.
My sleeping flesh rejuvenated kindles
Fires for my heart’s new immolations.

Spring’s here, awake, renew, rejoice!
To chase Winter away, lift up your voice.

1 comment:

  1. Doggerel? I think it's a lovely poem!
    Springtime is so beautiful and it seems a young man's thoughts are turning to love!