I sit near the window,
The mountain in view,
The garden's so quiet,
Flowers are few,
For Winter's upon us,
Nature's asleep,
The Crocus, are in hiding,
Getting ready to leap.
Spring won't be long,
A time that I love,
When the garden awakens,
Neath the blue sky above,
The birds are impatient,
To start building their nests,
Their parenting skills, ,
Will again be put to the test,
A Blackbird stands proud,
On the road of the shed,
He gives a loud call,
As I look ahead,
To bright sunny days,
And clear blue skies,
Can't wait, for these cold Winter months to pass by.
Jayne Louise Davies
Your poetry is so beautiful, and present. You put it all in such wonderful words as to place the entire poem right there in front of us, in our hands, in the reality of our hearts... simple put: your poetry is stunning, I truly love it.
Thoughts of wishing and waiting for the end of a season similar to a patient experience of living
Oh Wow! .. How wonderful! .. So beautifully painted! .. So beautifully expressed! .. Definite 5 Stars! ..+++++
When spring calls, the nature looks up with tender eagerness, dancing in joy....Marvellous poem Jayne....10
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Winter, crocus and blackbird should not be capitalized, except at the beginning of a sentence.
Grammar should be correct in the format of a poem such as a Sonnet, Couplet or Haiku but within the poem poets are allowed to use ‘poetic licence' which includes grammar and spelling.
Thank you for bringing that to my attention??