I heard the call
Of the cold frost morning,
Is that really possible?
Yes the song of the robin,
Yes the frost breaking up,
As the human feet walks on it,
Yes the cold wind blowing,
And getting up your sleeves,
And chilling your bones,
That make your teeth chatter.
Do you notice it too,
How a whiff of a scent,
Takes you on a colour kaleidoscope,
To visualise the object,
Emitting such nostril tingling vapours,
And our emotions as well as our senses
Act, react and interact..
Soon spring will here and we shall see lots of yellow daffodils in our gardens, paths, parks, window boxes and places our green fingers can extend and cultivate. It’s good to look forward to the colours of springtime.
By now the bulbs should have been planted. The best thing about these flowers and many others like it are once they are in good soil they will bloom year after year.
Devastation never follows concern,
Concern makes us sit up and take notice,
Notice of what is around us to preserve,
Preserve the world in its best form,
Form that is beautiful and safe,
Safe from our tampering and displacing
The ground was uneven as we walked,
A known beauty spot in the woods,
Where tales of fairy spotting abound,
The bracken made excellent hiding places,
For them to see the humans who came,
So who spotted who?
You never can tell.
I think there’s treasure under my feet,
Of course, there’s treasure under my feet,
Under your feet, our feet, their feet,
Because there’s gold and diamonds,
Precious stones and precious metals,
In the earth we walk on.