The Simple Things In Life

It's the simple things in life,
That make the world go round.
Like recalling a lost thought,
For a story that will astound.

The falling of an autumn leaf,
That so slowly spirals down.
Or your first taste of ice-cream,
The one called chocolate brown.

The bright colours of a rainbow,
That arc across the land.
Or completing a majestic castle,
On sunny seaside sand.

The viewing of a raindrop as it,
Runs down your window pane.
Quickly chased by many others,
On and on and forever again.

Feeling so overjoyed for finding,
That lucky four-leaf clover.
Being entranced at saucepan milk,
Rise up and then spill over.

For to view life's simple things,
There lies a simple choice.
We can choose to ignore them,
Or enjoy and give them voice.

Dedicated to Cheryl and Mike.
See you soon.
I know you are fans of the seasons and especially Spring.
Hope you enjoy the following...

Spring's Breath, Voice and Touch.

The Breath of Spring is over the land,
With myriad seedlings deep in earth.
Now alert and all a tip-toe stand,
Eager to share their glad new birth.

The Voice of Spring is in the lane,
As countless birds with swelling throats.
Freed from grim winters silent chain,
Pour forth their joy in liquid notes.

The Touch of Spring has stirred my heart,
To dream of more brighter greener days.
As nature paints rainbow's gleams like art,
With mists that rise to reveal life's ways.

*

Summer.

Day by day the heat persists,
Don't know how I can exist.
Every day the blazing sun,
Awful lot of damage done.

Fall asleep no matter where,
From the hot and humid air.
Every day so close and fine,
For a refreshing swim I pine.

Dash right home and into shorts,
Give no thought to outdoor sports.
Grab a cooling drink and book,
Softly settle in a shady nook.

Seeking refuge in the shade,
In any deep woodland glade.
Enjoy a godsend of leafy trees,
And the balm of a brisk breeze.

Thinking and the writing wait,
Until another later date.
Toss and turn through the night,
Waking up feeling like a fright.

Hot I am and hot I'll be,
Until some remedy rain I see.
Summer's here and here it stays,
A summer sun and its golden rays.

*

Autumn.

On appealing Autumn days,
No other thought have I.
Just to don my hiking boots,
And walk beneath God's sky.

I wander over hill and vale,
And banish every worry.
No frown can linger on my brow,
For I'm never in a hurry.

All the greens, golds and browns.
Are dancing with the breeze,
For God just had His paintbrush out,
And touched up all the trees.

From sparkling gems to firelights glow,
He chose each tint with care.
And mixed them up with gentle rains,
To paint the scene shown there.

Some people have more money, yes.
But as long as I can see,
The riches growing all around,
I'll humbly thankful be.

*

The Winter King.

A cold wind is calling me,
Falling snows whisper my name.
For I'm the spirit of Winter,
One that man can never tame.

I live throughout this frozen time,
Powerfully controlling everything.
So bleak so harsh so desolate,
This season of which I'm King.

I will not yield my throne,
For a quarter of a year.
As maiden Spring comes calling,
For her I am sincere.

My reign is up my time at hand,
I once again now leave this land.
I shall return of that no doubt,
Another Winter to cruelly draw out.

*

Spring Awakens.

I wander down the quiet paths,
With happy thoughts of Spring.
And peek into each dusky nook,
Where tiny flowers now cling.

In this season jack in the pulpit,
Dons his frock of brown and green.
And tells his band of wood folk,
How to live a life serene.

The clear white petals of bloodroot,
Shine from its green-land bower.
Clever people used to make perfume,
From  roots of this perfect flower.

And the violet, shy and retiring,
Lifts its dainty little head.
On the banks of a sparkling pool,
In a lovely scented bed.

The frail white petals of anemone,
Do their best to catch my eye.
Since they're dressed so modestly,
One could easily pass them by.

As hepatica, with its new Spring dress,
In sweet lavenders delicate hue.
Displays with understandable pride,
The work Mother Nature can do.

For the wonder of the great outdoors,
Brings peace and calm and rest.
And we who are close to quiet woods,
Are so surely greatly blessed.

*

Also dedicated to Alisha, Ella and Calum.
Three intrepid explorers I met today 09/05/2022 at 16.15 P.M.
At The Enchanted Poetry Bench at The Enchanted Museum.
Thank you for listening and hoped you liked them.
And for being so stoic to venture along The Haunted Woodlands Path,
for not many return.
May God Bless and Keep you all and simply enjoy life and all the good things
it can happily bestow.

Also dedicated to Chloe.
Hope you enjoy reading them.

And dedicated to The Forsters whom I met at 15.50 P.M
At the Enchanted Museum on The Haunted Woodlands Path.
Thank you for visiting and for being so brave to walk on it. For not many return.
May God Bless and Keep you all and enjoy all the good things that life can bestow.
Take care one and all.