Spring may be in the air at last (in the northern hemisphere), so I would like a poem about new life, the interaction between flowers and insects, birds hatching eggs, animals waking from hibernation, frog spawn, life cycle of butterflies.....

Lets see how varied we can be

The noise of the birds tells us spring is on the way ...then all we have to do is wait for the sun to follow
Nice poem, Doreen

Rose x

I hope you're right Doreen, I'm sure your poem will ease it on its way

MARCH
NEW BEGINNINGS

The season of spring starts out by the hatching of new baby birds. The sound of their little peeps is so soothing and beautiful. Soft feathers of white and yellow. Before long they will leave the nest to fend for themselves.

Summer is not far away. The time for insects to make their appearance. Buzzing bees, fruitful flies, bulging beetles, and many other insects make their debut. Slinky spiders, waking wasps in their yellow jackets have an array of brithly lit coats.

Toads on ponds leap in search of a mate. Croaking to attract the opposite sex.

Flowers sprout with the first sign of rain and sun. Drenched with droplets of water, the buds bloom with many colors of white, yellow, pink, purple, orange, green and blended colors. Their fragrance and aroma fill the air with gorgeous scents.

Sunshine sends it's warm rays of bright solar intensity to the earth. A beautiful scene of life of all forms.

Margaret Latter copyright 03 / 04 / 10

Thank you for setting the topic, Steve, and such a topical one (in the UK anyway) Great entries so far, and good luck everyone!

Gosh, Karen and Margaret have covered every subject very skilfully, though I didn't mean to make it quite that hard...
They were just examples of things you might like to write about, now you must think me a hard taskmaster.
I'll stand in the corner with the pointy hat on till wednesday

Spring in a new garden

Last year at this time
This garden was not mine
I had no way of knowing
If spring shoots would be growing
In a plot that is mostly bare
Daffodil leaves show here and there
A little more sun, a few less showers
I hope to see soon, some golden flowers
And when next spring comes around
I’ll have planted more bulbs in the ground
Snowdrops, hyacinth, tulips, anemone
Will become a picture, made by me

Well lets hope your roses don't get crushed

This was actually written for when Spring's fully sprung, but what the hell...



Back Garden


The mid-May breeze blows bee-hum optimism
Through the Solomon's Seal.
Sunwarming Admirals taxi along
Fence-top runways to perform fluttering
Fan dances with trembling Tortoiseshells.

Spring blasts its perfumed fanfare through
Border snapdragons and wall-bound honeysuckle
Into the antiseptic, billowed
Whirligig washing.

Nature's metronome accelerates.

Under-eave nesting mud dries fast
In the sun and wind as
Flitting martins come and go.
Lawn-hopping blackbirds chase the worm
In parental fret,
One eye to the mortal peril...

.... But the black-and-white, afternoon cat
Sleeps on, outstretched and oblivious,
In back doorstep, tailtwitch dreams
Of past and future mice.



© Rowan Hicks

Well now.
By default I should hand the baton to Karen and Margaret, as they covered all elements..... Rose came in late, but I think Rowan has to choose, mainly because I like Cats, and wit.

So Rowan.... you have the black spot... blind pew