Spring Has Sprung
Spring has sprung,
Nests are made,
Vibrant colours,
Are on parade.
Birds are singing,
Their mating song,
Perfumed breeze,
Is swept along.
New growth,
Fragrant walks,
Grass growing,
On sidewalks.
Winter’s cold,
Now gone away,
The sun is warm,
A beautiful day.
Days are longer,
Lizard ‘Blue Tongue’,
Out of hibernation,
Spring has sprung.
Spring cycle
When winter leaves
Leaves grow again,
Again the buds of spring
Spring into life,
Life takes on a new meaning,
Meaning of course it’s spring.
Spring, when winter leaves
Leaves grow again,
Again the world is new,
New — and freshly scented,
Scented with flowers and hope,
Hope that trouble, like winter, leaves.
Is Fake News Monkey-business?
Hurried
conclusions
and being
sensational.
Sometimes,
fake news
is skewing
our rationale.
No more
slow-plodding
on things
that are boring.
The dash
to get printed
or famously best,
means stunning
results might
have lied on
their tests.
Then doors,
opened hastily,
start
a calamity,
causing
confusion,
profusion
and mess!
SPRING
The birds that graced my garden through Winter’s cold
Now, melodically, spend their time
Calling for a mate among their kind
Or inspecting nest sites new and old.
Thus, has Spring’s renewal unfurled
In my small corner of the world.
**********
Margaret Brazzale
A Street? Of Many Names
Walking down a street,
It occurred to me,
Why was it called a Street?
The question bothered me.
So many different names,
For a thoroughfare,
Roads, Groves and Avenues,
Were examples to share.
Boulevards and Terraces,
The Drive and The Place,
Different names for much the same,
A carriageway or space.
A Court, Close and Cul-de-sac
Meaning, no through road,
Highway, Freeway, Motorway,
My mind’s in overload.
Esplanade and the Bend,
Parade and also Cove,
Heights and the Muse,
Of words a treasure trove.
The Crescent, Way and Alley,
Let’s not forget the Lane,
I’m sure I’ve missed a few,
I find this quite insane.
So many different words,
In essence mean the same,
Each word takes you somewhere,
But by a different name.
A moorhen busies herself,
rocks this way and that
on a wave-washed nest.
Swans float in late afternoon chill,
shadows lengthen,
chestnut buds swell.
Forsythia trembles the breeze –
pastel-green willows barely move
dipping branch-tips into the lake.
Every year I wait for this –
first flowers, trees leafing
on sculpted branches,
reflecting in the water
their steadfast
cascades of green.
©Katherine Gallagher
Spoon Villages
Walking around my suburb,
I noticed we’d increased today,
In several streets there were villages,
Of spoon people on display.
Villages made by children,
Welcomed us all to view,
Some carried an invitation,
To add a spoon or two.
I thought it was a great idea,
A community on the verge,
Where there were no restrictions,
And visitors they did urge.
Spoons were brightly dressed,
Standing together as one,
I’m sure that all the children,
In creating the village had fun.
Helping children to cope,
Inspiring normality,
Embracing imagination,
Dealing with Covid reality.
Amanda Davis
sometimes called Mavis
devoured a mango in May
It dripped down her dress
the juice made a right mess
that couldn’t be scrubbed away!
Her mother was frantic
she threw a huge wobbly
that frightened the families Maltese
He leapt over the fence
sprung up high in the air
and floated away with the breeze
Amanda Davis
sometimes called Mavis
was banned from Mangos in May
She ditched the old dress
took an interest in chess
and chomped on apples instead
Their dinosaur mother
left earlier on
as Sauropods never
cared for their young.
So baby-saurs scratched
from inside their shells
‘til together they hatched
from their eggy cells.
Their nest had a guest
of a hungry snake
just waiting for food
to hatch on its plate!
But snakes only munch
one mouthful for tea.
So hatching at once,
most babies ran free.
There’s safety in numbers … for some anyway!
https://www.nature.com/articles/news.2010.98
