Spring Forth - Poem by George Howard
The sun, once more awakening dawn choristers.
Songbirds, sweet music, to make the genius composer weep.
Strolling once more down lanes, sentries of Hawthorn and Privet.
Now in uniforms new, garbs in shades of emerald.
Lawns and pavements once more covered white,
Carpeted with petal confetti, leaving cherries naked, behind,
Blades of lush new green, pushing forth with jubilance,
To greet the newly awakening world, of birth and growth.
Humming workers, dressed in black and yellow sweaters,
Tireless and urgent, one track minded, unselfish wonders.
Unwittingly, spreading procreation, and thus joy to all,
Blossoms of incalculable variations of hues, colouring hedgerows,
Fields and gardens, sweet scents, aromas fit for Gods.
Babbling brooks, tumbling into limpid pools, teeming with life renewed,
Gondolas of white lilies, hosting croaking Gondoliers.
Lambs pulled swiftly into a glittering world,
Milking stool gait, unsteady and unsure.
Startled woolly creatures with drunken stagger,
Morphing next, into bleating, galloping joy.
Male feathered dinosaurs, strutting, and boasting their finery.
Females averting, glancing sideways, looking for perfect form.
Taking to the wing, playing the game of love and survival.
Males follow on, feeling the urgency of proliferation.
Warm sunny days, easing joints and lightening hearts.
Dreams of lazy days to come, of lemonade fizz,
Of strawberries red and candy coloured skirts.
Would were these days never ending be.
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