Spring
spring the season of procreation
a coming together, fun, elation
birds nest building, mammals den digging
cock birds singing, squirrels dreys rigging
dawn chorus, awakening a warm day
all life buzzing and new on the way
but natures confused, as winter holds on
spring life suffers, hark, not a song
tis, not the way springtime is meant to be
not fickle, like warm, hot, cold and icy
climate change to blame, pollution, you and me
that was March a total conundrum
hopes lifted, yes, April showers an idiom
a record set the hottest spring day yet
tempting butterflies, yet I do fret
it's not nature that confounds spring
not knowing what climate change will bring
its warm now but don't take it for granted
we still need to get our allotments planted
tis not the way springtime is meant to be
not fickle, like warm, hot, cold and icy
climate change to blame, pollution, you and me
last four weeks of spring from winter still running
it is not natural for winter to be so cunning
let us hope that May is that much stronger
as the nights get shorter and daylight longer
may May hold to its promise of a golden summer
still not heard a cuckoo, for me that's a bummer
maybe when spring gets near its end
we might hear a cuckoo, springs dearest friend
tis not the way springtime is meant to be
not fickle, like warm, hot, cold and icy
climate change to blame, pollution, you and me
Copyright © Mick Talbot | Year Posted 2018
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