W J Clarke Poet Sonnet

Ponderings of An Old Bard

Upon my bare bent boughs, the blossoms itch,
‘Tis the high season when pollen count rises, 
So much better when I wore not a stitch, 
Now one's nerve jumps at nasal surprises 

Humans emerge from their winter abode, 
In awe of the plush panoramic rush, 
Foregoing instinctual rambling code, 
Flora slowly chokes below feet that crush 

A summit of Bards I steadfast embark, 
Beneath acrid acidic fall of rain, 
Mini Beasts vie to bite deep through my bark, 
As strained soil struggles to feed its gaunt grain

We ponder, Is Spring not all it may seem? 
Spring with wise Sapiens would be a dream. 

Date: 19 February 2023

Spring is not all Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner

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Christuraj Alex March 3, 2023 at 2:45 AM "Spring with wise Sapiens would be a dream" - A very beautifully written poem. Congratulations! W J Clarke March 3, 2023 at 4:47 AM Thank you Christuraj. Your comments are greatly appreciated:-)

Michelle Faulkner March 2, 2023 at 3:48 PM How clever to write from the point of view of an tree (I think that's what you did?) Very original, congratulations and thank you for entering my contest~ W J Clarke March 3, 2023 at 1:19 AM Thank you very much Michelle. Yes, it was from the point of view of a tree. Thought I would try a different angle :-)