In this spring weather birds appear
Building nests for offspring dear.
The sun is low and sends strange light
Shadows long form artist’s sight
Blossom bends from trees still bare
Cherry AE Housemans dear.
I look up into the sky
No geese are here for a flyby.
I look down to see the soil
Where the worms in patience toil
Like the Carers in a Home
Noone writes of them in poems
Noone writes of beetles paths
Not of great spiders hidden worth
The cobwebs glitter with small gems
We have no way to preserve them
So we must seize the moments beads
Decorations our souls nee