Yes I know, on reflection this poem should probably be posted in Springtime, but this poem I wrote in winter time; to perhaps remind what we have got to look forward to…So read on, and please tell me what you think of it, because although it may not be particularly good, it’s a reminder to always look forward…
Spring
Spring. All is bright. All is aglow.
The Suns rays flow from heaven to the earths peaty soil
The lambs are born, free things in thin coats
Laughing and jumping and feeding.
Twinkling globes of iridescent liquid
An almost magical mixture of fluid
I think dew do you not too?
Gracefully balancing on the frayed tip of a grass stem
A synchronised dancer with the likes of dragon and may
Polished flutes in the orchestra of nature
A symphony of cacophonous weavers
Weaving fabrics of sound
In the distant half light
The shattering apocalypse of human triumph is drowned
Bulging forth the gobs of herpetologies subjects
Out shoots fleshy elastics
Woe betide the crowds of insects
For this is Spring.
A time of glowing fervour and delicious sounds
A time of energetic bounds
Hence the name Spring.
Dawood Qureshi
Wild Heart 