A Beckoning Spring
A poem drafted during the lockdown period and delivered to the elderly residents in Hampstead, London.
Laughter and shrieks of excited delight, Can often be heard from afar, Surviving the wrath of nature’s unforgiving chill, allows for little feet to invade,
The earthy aroma of plummeting rain, and the scent of winter’s demise, brother and sister applaud one another, as wellingtons boisterously plough,
Through the blanket of fog and glittering mist the arrival of spring uplifts, free from the trenches of coldness and shudder, tulips seduce with their warmth,
Amongst them the garden seems to enjoy, the arrival of the exuberant primrose, appearance enriching the shrubbery, whilst daffodils earnestly implore,
The eyes of the two joyous explorers, seekin in vain to impress, the face of an amused-looking mother, cradling her bouquet of blossoms.
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