Musing on Easter Saturday

Mid-April and the warm sun shines!

My terrace chairs, once caked in grime

Are now a sparkling white again

My plants all watered (there’s no rain).

 

Just little pleasures when alone

I’m proud to nurture my small home;

I flop down on deckchair, relax

While birds in nearby wood have chats…

 

I often wonder what they say;

Like languages, each has its way

Of calling out for its new mate

To feather nest and propagate.

 

Surrounded now by petals mauve

My wisteria forms a grove

Unseen by those who pass on by

But I espy them, on the sly…

 

Easter Saturday - at last

Mother Nature does each task

With precision, right on cue

I clean French windows – and see through!

 

The Easter break means friends away

No news of traffic jams today

I sip my drink on terrace neat

And close my eyes, life is complete!

(c) Poet in the woods 2025