Simon Armitage is the new Poet Laureate and I love his poem to welcome Spring. By Simon Armitage
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Through the Window
Transient the grainy grey of Morning Slips unnoticed into view Shrillness carried on the ribbon of birdsongCuts through the grey bluish hue.Dense the mist in blanket formA shrouded cover to cloak the sodA distant measure all but hiddenEtched fingers of branches held aloft.
From the Forest Floor
Drawn on whispered breath Of windThe scent of pineOn upturned branchesCaressed by The sentimentOf a winter sunChanneling the Powder blueFunnel of sky.Spent leaves of AutumnSpun into Drifts ofGold carpetCrunchUnder soft feetStartling a wood pigeonBreaking the spell. When we escape the wind, mist and rain that we’ve had all day and venture North East 30 minsContinue reading “From the Forest Floor”
When fog hangs over us , as so often it does on the 300 ft contour , why are we always surprised to find a different day as we drop down into the valley? Entrenched, enshroudedIn mist so thick The sun,obscured devoid of lightDarkened boughs hang lowUnder the rain -filled cloudLanes stain redAs mud leachesAndContinue reading “February Mist”
A World in Glass Houses – memory
They saw him coming, they did. Crunching through snow ,up the path to the front porch, the knock deliberate and hard. It was the first time a policemen had called. He was tall and direct:his presence accentuated by his helmet,which he did not remove. A truncheon hung low from his belt. The father looked concerned.TheContinue reading “A World in Glass Houses – memory”
Love Amidst the soundOf birdsong In the absence of breezeA warmth in the air A reprieve of the East wind Rising the sap Starbursts of colourAs crocus opensPearl white the snowdrops As the sun kissedThe mist away.Two eggs in the nest boxIt’s Valentines Day.
dark days-splash of whitethe resilience of snowdrops hope on the horizon
No turning back
the time appointedring out the old, ring in the new no turning back
the light of a candle is transferred to anotherthe year turns
Sonnet – For the Turn of the Year
For the turn of the year,the time is nigh;The earth on its axis will spin its course Amidst a storm deluge out of the sky;The raging flood rivers running full force.Sheep hug the hedge at the edge of the field;The gale so relentless,branches are bowed;Nature is silenced its armour to wield;The ground is sodden whereContinue reading “Sonnet – For the Turn of the Year”