In April

I found a poem of mine that I wrote for one of my classes at University, I realise it’s not April but I liked stumbling upon this again and thought that I’d share it. I’m craving the Spring now, I’ve had enough of the cold.


Reflective puddles and relentless showers,
Raindrops tumble down and embellish the flowers.
Little lambs play in the sweet morning dew,
And the intermittent sun, through clouds, peers through.
Bunnies retreat from their warm little burrows,
For the March winds have gone, let us forget our sorrows!
Let us neglect our gloom in the pure warming sun,
And we shall rejoice for April has begun!


The Willow’s Sentiment

Willow, Willow, I stare upon your worn and weathered face,
How you hold your cherished leaves in a soft and sweet embrace.
Lissome in form, body entwined but strong,
Basking in the delight of a distant nightingale’s song.
Enchanted by you, my mind is enthralled,
As if you speak to me personally, your memories are recalled.
Jaded maids who slept in your shade from the midday Sun,
Thrushes built nest in your branches to nurse their young.
Illuminated by the pale, blue moonlight,
A rendezvous point for forbidden lovers at night.
And all alone in the bleak Winter’s snow,
You still sheltered the traveller who had far to go.
Willow, Willow, oh how you quietly observed,
And relinquished the company, without utterance of a word.