What is this gentle stirring of the landscape? <br />The vivid green, of pastures newly awake, <br />After the long cold winters deep sleep freeze, <br />The gentle Daffodil in the sunlight, cast reflections on the lake, <br /> <br /> With primroses amongst the trees whose buds have turned to leaves, <br />Myriads of Blue Bells have sprung up seeking chinks of light, <br />What pleasure it is this tapestry that nature constantly weaves, <br />For as I thread my way through the scented wood what a heady enchanted sight, <br /> <br />A fallen beech tree lying down flat amidst this sea of blue, <br />The mighty tree appears to be sleeping on a carpet of the oceans hue? <br />And what of the delicate Orchids in the shade of this coppiced place, <br />The early purple so red, so tall, but so short is the time it occupies this space. <br /> <br />Excitement and anticipation of nature awakening and alive, <br />A swirl and the pond doth yield up its secrets from below, <br />Feeding on the newly hatched insects, a fish to the surface doth arrive, <br />The sleek dark body is interspaced in the thick weedy flow, <br /> <br />This life’s rotational mysterious story of the seasons rebirth, <br />Uplifting and familiar the gaze on things that are brandnew, <br />Oh the smell of the fresh awakening of the earth, <br />Brings joy to my soul and makes me glad to be alive and in love with you. <br /> <br />Dedicated to Carole<br /><br />Anthony Foster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-ode-to-spring/
