SPRING

  SPRING              TIM WILLIAMS   MARCH 2014

A SMALL ORCHESTRA OF WELSH DAFFODILS TRUMPET,
IN THE BRASSO POLISHED SPRING.
IN THE ORCHESTRA PIT OF THE HEDGEROW SHADE.
WHILE THE DRYING WASHING DANCES IN THE WIND,
AS IF A FURIOUS TROUT, ON TIGHT FISHING GUT AND HOOK.

THE FLAT FOOTBALL SPARES A THOUGHT FOR BETTER,
YOUNGER DAYS,WHEN IT WAS USED FOR PURPOSE,
NOT AS A DOGS MASTICATED PLAY THING DRIBBLED.
THE LAWN STILL WEARS IT'S WINTER GREEN COAT,
AND CRIES SILENTLY, " CUT ME , LET ME BREATH ".

YOUNG AT HEART FRUIT TREES BREATH A COLLECTIVE
SIGH OF RELIEF AFTER THE WINTER WINDS GIVE UP
ON IT'S ASSAULT ON THEIR THREE YEAR OLD WELSH
ROOTS, ROOTS ALMOST DROWNED BY INCESSANT
RELENTLESS RAIN AND UPLIFTING WIND.

THE GARDEN BENCH A TIRED LOOKING OLD MAN
NOW, TURNED SILVER GREY, AND NEEDING A POSSIBLE
HIP REPLACEMENT, BEFORE SUMMER RISES FROM
WINTER SLUMBER, AND THE OLD OAK TREE'S LOOK ON
AND WAIT FOR WARMTH TO ARTHRITIC LIMBS, AS DO I.

SUMMER VESTS AND SANDELS ARE BEING DUSTED OFF,
THE BARBECUE HOPES FOR MORE THAN THREE OUTINGS
THIS COMING YEAR, AND SUMMER WARMTH AND
FUN AND LAUGHTER, IS JUST A CHAPEL HYMN
AND A SHORT SERMON AWAY, WE PRAY.