I decided to write another poem this morning, yes I know my poems aren’t great, I’m hardly a Bronte, Austin or Keats, but I do like to have a go. What I love is that on occasion I think about something, or even look at something, then words start reverberating around my head like a bouncy ball inside it, boing, boing, boing. I get an urge to write things down sometimes, so here we are.
The idea for this came from hearing the sound of buzzards while I was standing in the garden waiting for the dog to do what he wanted to do – hardly a romantic setting! I looked up to see which birds were making the high pitched sound and there was a pair of buzzards soaring and circling above me, flying in harmony with each other.
Two buzzards soar above the clouds
Their high-pitched sound informing
Their grace and beauty resonates
Amidst the silence of this Easter morning
Easter eggs wait to be given
A symbol of new life and hope
To remember Him on the cross
This is a time of kindness and love
Signs of new life surround me
In nature with of all its splendour
Forsythia, daffodils, primroses
A wash of yellow – a beautiful colour
Magnolia buds swell on their stems
Velvety soft and smooth
Warmed by the sun and waiting
To reveal their beautiful blooms
So whatever you do on this day
Your choices are bound to differ
Enjoy the time that you spend
And have a Happy Easter.
Fiona Adams, Sunshine, Raindrops and Tea in the Garden