The first really warm day of the year.
There is a calm: a sweet content,
while sitting in contemplation
on a warm spring washed day
when celandines sprig yellow
beneath a mossy bough,
and daffodils upraise their heads
to greet the hand of warmth.
Days grow long to take their ease
and birds a’courting go
the blackbird calls his song anew,
and sings the hour away.
© sweetwater 2023
If it were true, Sue. Here I am on the 11th of March and still waiting for that warm spring day. Yet I know that it is just round the corner. 🙂
P.S. a small typo: ‘comtemplation’
Well It was just the one day, but it was lovely while it lasted.
Many thanks for pointing out the typo, damn arthritic fingers I shall have to aim for the key I don’t want maybe that will work better. Although I checked and rechecked I still missed that. :-/ Sue.
Loving your poetic wander through spring’s blossoming, Sue. I noted dandelions in bloom along the M5 motorway margins today. A definite sign that spring’s arrived.
Thank you Otreasaigh I’m pleased you enjoyed my dalliance with the spring, unfortunately it has left me today and rain moved in, an unwelcome guest.. You are ahead of me on the dandelions I don’t remember seeing any yet. But we did have a lovely dawn chorus this morning so I can’t complain. Sue 🙂
Crocuses bloomed through the snow, it was warm enough to trick them. Midwest and Eastern U.S. just got 1-24″ of snow called Storm Stella – It is coming in hard this year over here. I would love to see a dandelion! Great seasonal write to celebrate spring. – allets
Thank you Stella, we do now at last have dandelions everywhere they just seemed to appear overnight. We are expecting bad weather here at the weekend so bye bye spring for a while next week. Sue x
Many thanks Trevor, that really is confusing weather I’m glad to say we haven’t had such drastic differences although we have been teased with spring snippets for weeks now.
This morning we had a full blown dawn chorus which was a joy to hear. Sue. X
I like the surface pleasures evoked as the mind rests content beyond the striking distance of memory and trepidation.
Thank you Ross, it was a lovely day carrying away all thoughts except for those of pleasure in the joy of the spring. Sue.