It's the time of the season |
Springwatch Spring climbs kaleidoscopic, with such butterflies cast blue Flitting round the tropics, with wings a brighter hue Whilst back here on home soil, the visions play out green Beneath a sun we're spoilt, by a sun so rarely seen Yet some live by a different light, for some, the sun is moot Pointed in a pebbled plight, and dashed out rough to suit With spades we dig so carefully, to diamonds, enslaved In hearts, we play hands cagily, in clubs our cards are craved As long spun schemes, they splinter So pagan, yet so pure A fortress built for winter, through the summer, can't endure Raised with best intentions Reluctant for the fall, as maidens without mention, tarry longer with their thrall An ode to empty spaces A sombre song for spring, echoes round the places, where such faces missing, sting Opportunities we pray for, chances struck, crossed off the list Opportunities we pay for, … and the chances that we missed Forged memories, they sinter, songbirds migrate on the wing As towers built for winter, lose their purpose in the spring Foundations solid, left in doubt, it's purpose, played in part Whispers of the soul cry out, as yearnings of the heart flit out to distant tropics, sunny shores where angels sing, with butterflies kaleidoscopic … where hope eternal springs |