Hear the humble bumble
of the buzzy wuzzy bees,
as they flitter and they flutter
through the flowers and the trees.
Gathering in sweet pollen
to take home to their hive,
where they make the runny honey
that helps the whole world thrive.
Image from Pexels by Michael Hodgins
Sunshine and warmer weather are here along with swooping magpies and hay fever! The smell of wattle is in the air and flowers are blooming. Send in your Spring poems to ozchildrenspoetry@gmail.com
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See the flowers
all pop out.
See the leaves
grow all about.
So much colour
all around,
like a paintbox
upside down.
It’s quite a blustery Spring this year.
It’s quite a squally Spring.
The wind is whistling at my door.
That wind can surely sing.
It’s really good for flying kites
and getting washing dry.
It blows away the cobwebs,
tosses clouds across the sky.
But I wouldn’t mind if it settles soon,
if the trees don’t shake and bend.
A little peace would be just fine.
I wish that wind would end.
Photo from Pexels by Bogdan Krupin
Springtime is here and winter is gone.
Now is the time for calves to be born.
Springtime is here, with new life bursting through.
There’s new leaves on trees and baby birds in nests too.
Springtime is here so wake up possum.
The sun now shines brighter and the wattle will blossom.
Springtime is here because it’s now September.
Let’s have Springtime fun until the end of November!
Photo from Pexels by Harriet B
Delia’s hairpiece?
Oh no, I tell a lie —
it isn’t Delia’s wig,
it’s a butterfly.
Delias harpalyce,
that’s its proper name.
(Harpalyce rhymes with Alice,
so say it once again.)
Their wings look like they’re painted,
and with black they’re lined,
but my complaint is,
they’re very hard to find!
Photo by James Aitchison
Teacher’s note: This butterfly was photographed by Philip Webster in his garden at Wattle Glen. The wingspan of Delias harpalyce reaches about 60–70 millimetres. The upper surfaces of the forewings and hindwings are a whitish with black margins and a row of small whitish spots on the apex of the forewings. In the females the black outer edges of the wings are wider than in males. The undersides of the wings are chequered whitish and black, with a yellow band on the apex of the forewings and a red band on the middle of the hindwings. They are found only in Australia’s eucalyptus forests.
I love to fist them by the fistful
Right into my mouth,
I eat ’em walking to and fro,
And east and north and south;
When one of them might roll away,
I grab at it, and bite it down,
At least for now, these berries be
The cheapest things in town.
These little eyeballs, blue blue blue,
The sweetest flavors, chomp and chew,
I ought to wash them under tap,
And eat and take a little nap,
And dream of where they’re grown…
Photo from Pexels by Markus Spiske
Spring is a thing,
a seasonal symphony.
Singing its songs within nature’s fine harmony.
Plants grow new buds, putting leaves on display.
Birds return home from warm winter holidays.
Insects emerge from their dark hibernation.
There’s feeding and breeding and plant propagation!
Plants take their cues
from the air’s warmer ways,
while birds are called home by the length of the days.
Cold snaps confuse some key pollinators.
Should they wake up or remain hibernators?
Come out too early, no food will have grown.
Come out too late and their flowers have gone.
Spring is a thing.
A seasonal symphony.
Dancing with daylight and climate’s warm mystery.
Photo from Pixabay
See the pretty blossoms on the trees:
Red, pink, white,
Then gone in a minute,
Stolen by the breeze.
Photo from Pexels by Brett Sayles
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