By the pricking of my thumbs
Spring is here – forget the Glums:
Birds chatter gaily as I pass
Wee daisies poke up through the grass!
Hedge-trimming: local Commune’s task
There’s spring in my step – at last!
Gloves and scarf get packed away
Sunshine warms my face today!
Crowds through local nurseries flow
More gardens in full colour glow;
I plant pert pansies in new soil:
They perk up and reward my toil!
(c) Poet in the woods 2025
Huge earthquake shattered Myanmar:
Two thousand deaths at least so far
Its cry for help is quickly known
Aid rushes to disaster zone…
Meanwhile in France, the Far-Right flails
Embezzlement Le Pen derails
And in the film world we deplore
Dr. Kildare – now no more…
While Greenland, rarely in the news
Feels proud, defiant and abused!
From Outer Space, two souls romp home
From a nine-month stint – alone!
On social media: Belgian law
Means cigarettes now hide in store;
Perhaps when they are out of sight
The urge to smoke will not ignite?
Once more - a pot pourri of news
On which you may hold trenchant views!
But this is how life is today
No April Fool, I’m sad to say!
(c) Poet in the woods 2025
I met up with good friend this week
We dined on spicy Thai - a treat!
We’ve knocked around for many years
And share a love for writing spheres.
Discussions ranged from this to that
During our long lunchtime chat
But illness and the loss of friends
Became a theme that never ends…
Despite the wan sun through the glass
We tripped down dark lanes of the past …
Recalling how life used to be
In Brussels back in Eighty-Three…
Alas, we cannot stop the clock;
We wonder when our lives will stop …
Meanwhile, what joy we still can meet
From time to time; yes, life is sweet!
(c) Poet in the woods 2025
It occurs to me from time to time
To wonder who will find my rhyme
Which sneaks onto the Internet
With no bright lights around its neck…
Unconsidered trifles fire my pen;
They pop up in my sights, and then
As though I’m running a fast race
Words jostle to fit into place!
I make no claim to magic skill
It’s just I make words rhyme at will
This hobby is such fun to share
And connect with YOU - out there!
We’re all plagued with too much ‘stuff’
And crisis-ridden news is tough
So, poetry is just my way
Of coping with the world today!
(c) Poet in the woods 2025
What magnificent magnolia
How its petals cling on tight!
All along the tramways
They’re such a happy sight.
Daffodils poke through the grass
Sweet heralds of the spring
And in the Jagerveld near me
Blue scillas form a ring!
My heart glows - it’s so thrilling;
Dark bushes soon turn green
While herbs sprout in my window box
Yes, Nature reigns supreme!
(c) Poet in the woods 2025
From Auderghem to Boitsfort
Leafy parks and ponds invite!
Egyptian geese splash in the sun
Quaint bridge upon my right.
Almost imperceptible
Stark branches show spring signs
A biting wind keeps buds in check
But vegetation climbs!
Forsythia adds a touch of gold
And daffodils stand to;
Lone fountain by old “Royale Belge”
Adds sparkle to sky blue ...
A host of students sketch the scene
I stop to watch them draw;
Tomorrow’s architects create
New vistas in the raw ...
(c) Poet in the woods 2025
Another blank page stares at me
Friends are busy, no one's free
Clouds hide the springtime sun from me
I’m feeling glum;
In politics, the outlook’s bleak;
Young Belgian actress* died this week:
“Rosetta’s” star swept off her feet
Her life half done…
Embarrassed, Belgium has to face
The fact no Government’s in place
Since June last – it’s a disgrace!
Surreal indeed;
Roadworks continue on “The Ring”
In this cold snap, what price Spring?
More talk of armaments is grim;
Today’s News feed …
