SPRING FLOWERS

In winter time when sun shines low and snowdrops are the lonely ones, No gaudy neighbours jostle round for they are now the only ones

Who bring the light to flower-beds and chase away those winter blues

With snow-filled heads and sea-green leaves, no soft and gentle rainbow hues. Crocus corms burst into life, their stamens packed with Gaia’s gold,

Saffron is their treasure trove that spiced up life in days of old.

Anemones, both white and blue, brighten up the woodland glade,

And round my stumpery they dash, jumping from each patch of shade, Propelled by wind that gave them name, blown from far-off distant lands, A refugee from foreign parts now sheltered in Britannia’s hands.

Spring arrives and with it brings a vibrant quilt of burnished gold,

A drift of dancing daffodils, all herded in a flock-filled fold,

Safe behind my fuchsia hedge that calms the raging winter gale,

Their nodding heads affirm to us, God’s promise that will never fail.

On the verge of Mother’s Day, primroses bask in vernal light

And picked as posies fill the hearts of every parent with delight.

Then hastening through my border-lands a scarlet army marches proud, Red-coated tulips burning bright like soldiers dropped from lofty cloud. Bluebells ring out a special tune of laughter, joy and merriment

Now spring is here with longer days to chase away our last lament.

Pasque flower is my Easter joy, its tender leaves bathe thorn-torn head, Reminding me of Holy Lamb who for His children gladly bled.

Flowers fill our hearts with joy, they cheer us when our lives are bland

Crafted with care for all of us by Mother Nature`s loving hand.

Michael Gooderham