Monday, February 1, 2016
Nice To Feel The Warmth Of September
So often by her I've been inspired to rhyme
And the love I feel for her with me for some time
The warm sun of Spring shines through clouds of blue and gray
Immortal Mother Nature does look well today.
Nice to feel the warmth of September in the sunshine and breeze
That does gently sough in the bushes and trees
A blackbird is piping melodious and clear
A voice of the Spring that's so pleasant to hear.
The pleasant flute of the magpie echoes in the park
And the instantly recognizable song of the dainty magpie lark
By his call one often referred to as pee wee
One familiar to many and familiar to me.
In their dark brown faces and petals of gold
The capeweed in bloom are lovely to behold
A thing of great beauty to look at indeed
Though condemned by botanists as an invasive weed.
The parkland lush and green after the recent showers
Resplendent and colorful in Nature's wild flowers
Were I born a poet of such beauty I would write
A poem for readers to enjoy and read and recite.
The first month of Spring in the Southern Hemisphere
September is a beautiful time of the year
The night hours grow shorter and the day hours grow long
And in their nesting territories the birds are on song.
Topic(s) of this poem: nature