I look in vain for buds on trees
In puddles rippled
by cold breeze
But fragile twigs and branches stark
Remind us Spring
has yet to start.
March begins; Wow! Bright blue skies
As Mother Nature
rubs her eyes
Aghast at
roadsides litter-filled
Fierce winds our
plastic bins have spilled!
Trees have
toppled in the gales
Men hard at work on parkland
trails
Obstructions on
the roads soon cleared
While birds build
nests and young are reared...
Though in the
wind my cheeks still burn
I rejoice that
winter’s on the turn
As daffs now sprout
by neighbour’s door
And fronds
unwind on woodland floor…
Regardless of Man’s
reckless pride
Nature takes
all in her stride;
Rebirth, revival
in the air
Despite the tread
of the Brown Bear!
(c) Poet in the woods 2022
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