I would like to share my poem with you all:
A walk into quietness by a flowing melodious stream
Birds showing off their own arrangements
The stream intent on its travels move on
A scene where snowdrops nest huddle together - virginal serene
To blue bell woods where gnarled tree trunks live the lore of secret worlds
Soaring voluptuous limbs wantonly thrusting weaker branches aside in their growth
Spring waking breaking through winters repose
The quite before the climax
The celebrations that heralds spring
A rush of joy - hearing the drumming of a wood pecker
Bluebells pushing through
Abundant new shoots spring from winters debris
Throbbing fertile earth, waiting,ready
Breathing in earth's rich humus
Strong scent of fox
The birth of spring
I was there
holding onto the vision
A jogger passed
We exchanged muted greetings
Carrying the quietness home.
