I wish SPRING would spring!

I must be British:  I’m talking about the weather.   I’ve often found that when people run out of things to say, they talk about the weather.   Does this happen in other countries I wonder?

England can have all the seasons in one day, (but don’t let that put you off, it is extremely charming in other ways).   Today, it is Thursday afternoon on the 4th April and it is supposed to be spring.   As a sit at my computer I can look out over my wintery garden.   It is of course, snowing hard.   It should be nearly bluebell time and the daffodils should be just a memory.   They are in fact still in that tight-bud stage and seem frightened to open out in case they get too cold.   Yes, the snow-drops were beautiful (but late) and the birds are confused.   Do we build our nests, or don’t we, they are saying to one another?  Blue-tits usually time having their young to perfection.   They come out of their eggs just in time for their parents to bring them caterpillers and grubs that are hanging from the leaves on the trees.   But even the trees still think it is winter.  They are confused too.

Some time ago, I wrote a poem about SPRING.   I think it is time to give it an airing, as it might hurry spring up a bit…

‘SPRING  FORTH

(by  Phyllis Burton)

Mother Nature wakes, and lifts her head to the sun,

‘Oh trees bring forth leaves and blossom:  bulbs send up your flowers’,

And slowly, an array of colour assaults the senses,

Thus lifting the hearts of sun-starved beings.

Memories of cold days and nights soon dim,

As Mother Nature calls to all creatures great and small.

‘Oh, come build your homes, come raise your young’,

And each one responds with love and duty.

All manner of creatures wake, stretch and bless her.

They bless her for deliverance from the elements’ wiles,

Saying, ‘Thank you dear Mother,’ and scurry off quickly,

To find food, a mate and the new life to come.

Hope springs eternal from the Robin’s breast

As he proclaims his dominance from the treetops.

‘For mine is the Kingdom and mine is the glory,

So thank you dear Mother, I can do the rest.’

Bees too are awakened by the early spring sunshine

They look heavenward and bless her persistence.

They sip and dip busily into each newly born flower,

Saying, ‘We’ll help you,’ they cry, ‘We’ll help you.’

Grasses and sweet flowers, sway gently in the breeze.

Dancing and bending to Mother Nature’s call.

‘Oh splendid Mother, you never let us down,

As each year you produce your glorious, glorious crown.’

***   ***

Perhaps when SPRING does arrive, it will produce a GLORIOUS CROWN.  We live in hope.

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About phylburton

I live in south-west Surrey in England. I am an author of two published books. I love singing, water-colour painting, walking, Cornwall and of course writing and reading good books. My second book - PAPER DREAMS - was published by Matador (Troubador Publishing) Ltd. on 1st December 2011. I recently changed publishers for my book A PASSING STORM and it was RELAUNCHED and REPUBLISHED by Matador (imprint of Troubador Publishing Ltd) Leicester, England on 1st February. See my website: www.phyllisburton.com
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3 Responses to I wish SPRING would spring!

  1. joskehan says:

    We tend to talk of the weather a lot here in Australia too, and more so in the cold state of Victoria, where like Britain one can experience the 4 seasons all in the one day! My garden is in autumn mode and needs to be prepared again for the cold frosty winters, and sometimes snow too…lots of rain and icy winds for sure. Last winter I lost a lot of plants from the harsh frosts and icy winds, so will be trying to avoid that this winter. Like you, I love the garden and especially on a sunny warm day I just cannot stay indoors to write…the call of the beauty outdoors is too strong indeed.

  2. Jane Risdon says:

    Well Spring sprung for a couple of days last week…then on Saturday we had Snow, hailstones, rain, then thunder and lightening, brilliant sunshine and a light warm breeze, followed by freezing gusts. Such is the lot of us living on an island.

  3. You have finally got your wish – for the time being anyway. Who knows what is around the corner!

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