May Is Back - Richard Le Gallienne (1866 - 1947)

May is back, and You and I
Are at the stream again -
The leaves are out,
And all about
The building birds begin
To make a merry din:
May is back, and You and I
Are at the dream again.

May is back, and You and I
Lie in the grass again, -
The butterfly
Flits painted by,
The bee brings sudden fear,
Like people talking near;
May is back, and You and I
Are lad and lass again.

May is back, and You and I
Are heart to heart again, -
In God's green house
We make our vows
Of summer love that stays
Faithful through winter days;
May is back, and You and I
Shall never part again.

Richard Le Gallienne


Image : Pixabay - GuentherDillingen

Mr. Froggy - Tony Gardner

My  name  is  Mr  Froggy

In  this  pond  I  was  born

I'm  back  again  to  fertilise

Another  batch  of  spawn.

To  reproduce  is  everything

I'd  like  to  make  that  clear

But  Tadpoles  are  no  care  of  mine

See  you  again  next  year.

Tony Gardner


Image : Pixabay - Couleur

Daffodils - Tony Gardner

I wandered lonely as a cloud
In search of golden Daffodils
I rambled through the freezing cold
Over lonely Dales and Hills:
I rambled where the rivers run
I didn't spot a single one

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This morning on my couch I lay
And now my heart with pleasure fills
Sun-shiny flowers in the vase
A host of golden daffodils
I found them not on Hill or Down
But at Sainsburys in town


Tony Gardner(with apologies to Mr Wordsworth)

Image : Pixabay - JillWellington

Bluebell Wood - Richard Fleming

Springtime in Bluebell Wood: trees
stand like galleons.
Sunlight illuminates their leafy masts and rigging.
They rest, becalmed, as breezes animate
their bluebell ocean,
creating turbulence and subtle currents,
that imitate that other, greater sea
beyond.

Artists come here year by year
with skill, technique or passionate concern,
with misty lens, charcoal, brush or pen
but some pass by
who simply gaze and stand
as I am standing now,
embracing, in this soaring moment,
a sad, sweet symphony in dusty blue.

Richard Fleming

Spring - Tony Gardner

Spring has sprung, now ain't that something
Buds are bursting, Hares are jumping
Swallows flying, cuckoos calling
And the caterpillars crawling
Tadpoles swimming, chicks are fledgin'
Nightingales are Spring's sweet legend
Early Butterflies are tumbling
Badger cubs will soon be stumbling
Through the woodlands shady glades
Where the fox cubs sniffed and played
How I love this time of year
Spring has sprung and Heaven's here

Tony Gardner

Image : Pixabay - MabelAmber

Spring - Tony Gardner

As the seared and shriven flora
Grows to new exciting days
Warmer waves give birth to budding
Celandines in golden haze

Then wild and happy daffodils
Spread carpets there for us to see
And give Glory to the season when
All Life seems fresh and free

Hiding their shine in woodland
And under every tree
Is the shy, sweet smile of primrose
But it's there for all to see

Deer and badger, fox and woodmouse
All these creatures feel the rise
Of the temperature as Winter
Imperceptibly dies

All the golden springtime flowers
Cheer our hearts as Winter wanes
Raising hopes of Summer's glory
After Winter's wind and rains

Tony Gardner

Lambs - Di Young

Spring lambs are skipping in the grass.
I shout out Mint Sauce as I pass.
It amuses me to see
them pause from their frivolity.
Who knows if lambs can suffer stress
but they look really worried. Bless!

Di Young