Now us Brits can be a funny lot, but when Spring has sprung and birds are all a-tweeting..we like nothing more than going for a ramble..unless it's minus 5 outside..! A tongue in cheek rant by Songbird B..
Today has been a beautiful sunny day - still cold from the last chill of fading winter - but full of hope from the coming Spring ....
It's the start of spring and some hardy flowers make their way through frost covered carpets. The leaves on trees begin to bud but it is still very cold.
A tired man sleeps in the rich grass of a glade in a wood. Rain fall and wakes him, he stands under an oak tree watching all.
Having trouble getting of to sleep thoughts buzz around my old head. I begin to think about the seasons and wonder has spring sprung.
As we come to the end of yet another year, I give you a poem of change
Invisible sits on a bench and is deep in a daydream until he is told to move on.
It,s about beauty in our woods, meadows. And their relationship with each other.
It's a poem looking to the past about the early spring flowers.
This poem is about natural beauty and how we lived in so long ago.
The energy and freshness you come with is so engulfing........... In your wings are healing and abundance.
About an old man trying to get a message to himself when he was a young boy.
It's about an old man who tries to get a message to himself when he was a boy. The poem is set in a meadow in the spring and nature looks after the boy.
This is a short extract of the novel I am writing at the moment. Wanted to see what you all think about it? Comments would be appreciated.
To all beauty there is a beholder, there is beauty in all if we only take the time to open our hearts and see it.
Taking up Mark Gordon Brown's Travel and Tourism challenge once again, this is the tale of Stock Ghyll Force, a natural wonder near Ambleside in the Lake District, UK.
you don't know what you want... or you don't want to know... or what you don't know is what you want... or you only want to know what you don't know
When nobody love me yet ...I want to deep in love with you ... Perhaps someone else is loving me...I still deep in love with you
This poem is about all the delightful anticipations of spring only to get news of one more winter storm.
Stop searching through endless places on only to find ... the relationship which does not work
Spring is my favorite season of the year. This poem is about Spring flowers.
The delicate flowers of sakura blooms only once a year and when the rain fall on them, they start to fall and say goodbye.
To live is to feel, at the moment I feel like to disappear again!
A poem about a wonderfully warm day in March! I hope you can get out today and enjoy this lovely day!
You can feel it in the air..a sense of change, warmer days and longer evenings .. That quickening in the blood as eager Gardener's start planning what to sow..Spring is calling as Nature awakes..