‘Wind On The Orme’ – Pen & Wash … WHB 2017 ©
The Wind In Springtime
As the leaves sway in the gentle breeze
And branches stir with crackling joyous glee,
So the wind sings songs amongst the trees
Displaying its delight in being free.
And as the zealous air disturbs the sea
White horses top the breaking vernal wave;
I’m minded of what Springtime means to me
How for its reappearance we all crave.
As waves furrow their path towards the shore,
And full-sailed yachts are snared and driven along,
I now can celebrate and lust for more,
And yearn to hear its plangent soughing song.
Here as the fire’s flames leap up to the sky
And buffeted they dance with intense glee,
They spread their warmth as every breath drifts by,
Flickering now in every shadow I see.
Thus do I greet the season’s steady hope,
To pray that all its promises are kept,
That midst bold Nature’s green kaleidoscope
Only our triumphant tears are wept.
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