Spring is on its Way by marge.

It was a surprise for me

when I caught sight of

the tiniest little Snowdrop

Yes, Spring is on its way.

Over the wall the trees

have Catkins on, their tails

blowing and dancing in the wind

Yes, Spring is on its way.

Sunrise is a little earlier,

sunset comes a little later

day time sun is a little higher

Yes, Spring is on its way.

Today, I have noticed

excitement among the birds

as the males begin courtship

Yes, Spring is on its way.

With daylight hours longer

plants are pushing through

my spirits too, are raising

Yes, Spring is on its way.

© Marjorie Lacy Jan 19.

Waiting in the Wing by Emile Pinet.

Sunbeams weave in between
twigs of skeletal trees.
And a web of shadows
dance with each feisty breeze.

A silver sky shimmers
like cheap carnival glass.
And a fickle sun is
too weak for blades of grass.

Snow accumulates on
branches that crack and break.
And bow down to the ground
with the weight of each flake.

Sugar maples run dry
not even one sweet drip.
And snowmen aren’t melting
frozen in Winter's grip.

Spring's not on stage just yet
she's waiting in the wing.
And I can hardly wait
for the flowers, She’ll bring.

Copyright © Emile Pinet

Ancient Routes by Peter Doody.

Ancient Routes by Peter Doody.

Thru ancient banks of ash and briar,
Onwards flowing to never tire,
Passing moor, mine and mill,
Never quiet, never still,
Flows sweet Calder from western streams,
Ever eastward with my dreams,
Older than time, younger than the sky,
No ebb or flow or time or tide,
Natures path thy only guide,
To take thee onward to the Aire,
To flow again over flat terrain,
Flow sweet river flow,
My beautiful river of dreams,
In graceful meandering slumber,
Thy mother there waits for thee
The majestic Mighty Humber.


© Peter Doody.

Through my Window by marge.

I can see the pretty birds

I can see them on the wing

Have you heard

Them when they sing?

Magpies sitting in the sun

Five or six, room for everyone

Small sparrows playing hide and seek

While Fat Pidgeon walks on bad feet.

A daily show that they put on

I love to watch when I can

Little Finches swing as they eat

The seeds the neighbour put out.

Inland seagulls - never seen the sea

Eating bread put out by you and me

Their endless antics provide me fun

Some days, I do get some work done.

“My birds,” are indeed work-stoppers

A free pleasure soothing frayed nerves.

It is good to look through your window

To see what you can see - life's’ free show.

copywrite Marjorie Lacy Jan 19.

Snowdrops by Elizabeth Sirrell. © Elizabeth Sirrell.

Two Swans by marge.

Two Swans.

This morning my husband opened our blinds,

I struggled to lift my sleepy head from the pillow.

Changing my position to upright and open eyes

suddenly, they were wide open, right there in my eye line

two large swans flying with focus and purpose

towards the lake in the next village, they glowed

in the morning sunlight, there upper parts silver

the lower parts bright white, flying streamlined

and in unison. To give you an idea of size,

birds so large, they would not fit into

your oven for roasting. Not that I would.

This is a sight not seen very often but

how it makes your day so special.

To write in your diary, write a poem.

To remember - those two Swans.

©Marjorie Lacy