Although it’s dark, out there the blackbird sings
His territory is the same as in the past
An ancient ,holy sound begins the Spring.These birds are little dinosaurs with wings
Like the spider they adapt so last
Although it’s dark, out there my blackbird sings.What other pleasures will the season bring?
The crocus flowers the daffodils,long grass
An ancient ,holy sound begins the Spring.In my leafy wood, birds wisely throng.
We have no cat nor greenhouse with its glass
Although it’s dark, out there my blackbird sings.In my heart, for Northern moors I long;
The heather where we loved, the sheep shorn grass
As ancient ,holy sounds began the Spring.Yet I am rarely mournful for the past
God lives in each moment,Life’s our Mass
Although it’s dark out there the blackbird sings
An ancient ,holy sound begins the Sprin
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Shapely tulips catch my eye
Shapely tulips catch my eye
Red as cherries
Winter berries
Spring will never lie.
Willow buds as green as glass
Happiness
Happiness
Memories are made of this,
Sunlight slants across the wall
such loved color
my eyes follow
Delight to me is all
Mauve and grey the evening sky.
Sun descends
Day must end
One last goose flies by
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A white petal
May Sunday again;
Hailstones rush sideways,
striking the windows
with small fierce blows.
In the gaps between
two white butterflies zig zag
like motorized wild flowers;
One colour,two forms. I see now
two aspects of Nature:
hard,destructive,stern;
frail and delicate.
Both are coloured the same white.
Hard to tell sometimes which we are seeing
But we can all distinguish between a gentle touch
and a bitter blow.
As the day dips into night my heart falls too.
In these dreams I look for the lost
in the snowy steppes and the ices of the heart.
A white petal falls.
Cherry trees bloom again
Russia in love.
How my heart sings 