Writings and Witterings



Frost surprises
on fewer mornings
beneath the clearest blue sky.
A mirror to springtime
in a slew of white
feathered streaks.

The birds cheep, excited,
trees are in bud; sticky buds
give way to unfurling green.
Cyclamen leaves peek.

The lambs shout to their ma’s,
and soft, soft, the
wood pigeon coos.

Oh, and the daffodils,
the daffodils,
the glorious yellow trumpeting

As my tea steams
in the chill morning air,
I look around
and beam,
at work
to begin.

Polly Stretton © 2014

Photo from imagerail.com

Photo from imagerail.com


8 thoughts on “Spring

  1. Beautiful start of the day.. 🙂


  2. I adore this time of year 🙂


  3. Lovely. I think spring may finally be surfacing for us, too. Won’t be long before that first tulip pops up (hopefully not to then be killed by another frost!).


    • Oh, hope the frost doesn’t get them Carrie. It’s the beautiful magnolias that suffer in the UK if there’s a late frost… other plants do too, but nothing so spectacularly as the magnolia. Wishing the frost away for you.


  4. The potential of it all is what gets me. All that life just waiting to come forth.


Leave a reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s