Saturday 25 May 2019

Spring's warmer days


The chill of winter shows it's face
No beams of greeting or of cheer
Heads now bowed against swirling wind
Umbrellas up for teeming rain

So we dream of spring's warmer days
We drive slowly in a downpour
Or throw sticks to our dog Bruce
Not just watching from window pane

How long 'til sweet Summer's song
First signs with Shrike Tit's sweet trill
Cold now gone, free to bare my knees
So dear Sun you do keep me sane

Image found at https://www.wombatbend.com/our-crested-shrike-tits-are-back/

18 comments:

  1. Such a tender poem..long may the sun shine on you

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  2. I forget that you are down under, Robin, and as we slide into summer, you’re sliding into winter. You conveyed the wintry atmosphere so well in the lines:
    ‘Heads now bowed against swirling wind
    Umbrellas up for teeming rain’.

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  3. 'Sweet summer's song first signs with Shrike Tit's sweet trill' rolls particularly satisfyingly on the tongue!

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  4. I agree. Throughout the long winters and springs, the promise of spring and SUN keeps one sane!

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  5. Sun sings sanity to most of us, doesn't it? Warmer days are the best!

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  6. Hope is a good balance against meaner seasons. :)

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  7. This is such a stunning write, Robin!❤️

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  8. Amazing to contemplate your winter in our summer heat. Loved this poem, especially Bruce the dog. Smiles.

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  9. facing summer hear it sounds strange that other see winter.

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  10. We are finally, solidly, on the sunnier days in Pennsylvania and I am loving it! My dog, being some sort of polar bear in corgi clothing, isn't. :D

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  11. yes the sun does keep us sane...thank goodness for that bright ball in the sky...bkm

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  12. Some delightful lines in this … loved the baring of the knees and the last line (of each stanza) rhyme.

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  13. Somehow the vision of your bared knees amused me. A different warmth.

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  14. A sweet seasonal ponder Robin. Being accustommed to your rhyming ways, i was a little stumped after Verse One, ah but how incredible subtle this one. End lines rhyming. Bravo

    Thanks for dropping by my sumie Dunday this week

    Muchđź’™love

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  15. Woolly socks and hot cocoa time..we shall hibernate and think summer thoughts until the Spring:)

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  16. Love the poem, Bruce, and that bird!

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