Really!

I’m really quite excited here this avo,

I caught it in the air, I really did!

A whiff, although there’s ice still on the pavements,

A little bit of zing that blew my lid!

I was walking with my dog

(that’s twice today, some other bugger’s turn later),

And he was sniffing round as all dogs do,

I sniffed a bit myself, I couldn’t help it

And that’s when I really, really knew

That Spring is just around the corner,

I can feel it in my waatter, as we say,

And it really, really doesn’t matter

If Winter loiters round a few more days (ok, weeks!)

I can tell, as well, because I feel a surging

In my levels of energy and such,

A driving to be doing and Spring-cleaning,

Though I really don’t like the latter very much. :/

But something’s set my soul to stirring,

My feet are itching, hands as well, to move,

My brain’s on overdrive with plans and whatnots,

And my heart is beating faster just to prove

That life’s a gas when Spring is swift approaching

And I’m running fast to meet her as she comes,

I’m high as kite at smell and sight sensations

And shaking off the wintry and doldrums.

I’m really quite incredibly elated,

I’m talking like a train that’s high on speed,

No ice or snow on scan can diminish what I plan

Now Spring is scented, Spring’s my aching need.

Really!

 

 

Ninety Minutes

Not stealing time,

Not wasting time

But writing

In the midday lunch break stretched to twice its size.

Walked the dog and coffee’d, I’m in heaven,

With a glimpse of sun and time to scribe, no cries

From children or their needs,

No pressing purpose,

Just time alone with Peeta and my pen,

One couch for him and one for me.

We’re sorted.

Half hour more and back to school again.

I love to teach,

It satisfies some need here,

I like to think I fulfil a need with them,

Kids and me, we’re good for many lessons,

But, on days like this, 

I think I’d really like to go part-time!

Take Me

Take me to the bower

Where the scent from perfumed flowers

Is released by the showers

From spring rain

Where buds relinquish drips

From the life-blood that they sip

And harmonic rhythm trips

To life again.

Take me to the grasses undulating in the fields

Where the greens and yellow golds wave in the breeze

Take me quickly, now, from the depths of winter’s grip,

Take me, darling, there, please take me, please.