Spring lasted six days this year,
Blowing on the embers from summer last,
Lifting spirits, hopes, desires,
The usual annual promises.
Then flames flared and summer hit with force,
Temperatures flew, soaring with eagles,
Rain stayed away, drying in the ground, flooding other landscapes,
Spring’s promise left forlorn, withering on vines and stalks.
African blue skies thrived on cloudless intervention,
Trees scorched, bushes burned, life languished
As heat drove thought from mind and strength from body,
Like a broom sweeping clean, leaving nothing but silence in its wake.
Good Morning Fellow Travellers!
Yesterday was officially the first day of Spring here in SA and, whilst I was unable to celebrate it here in the blogosphere, I received the best present to start Spring off on a fantastic note – Cynthia Jobin’s Poetry book ‘A Certain Age‘ arrived in the post! 🙂
From the art on the envelope, the beautiful cover, the special message and signature from Cynthia (thanks Cynthia!) to the poems themselves, this is an experience! I am so looking forward to reading Cynthia’s poems and feel spoilt with the plethora available to me now in this book. As those of us who follow and read her blog (at littleoldladywho.net/) know, each one is a work of art and a treasure.
eBooks may be coming but they just can’t replace the feeling of the real thing! See the photos below….
Oh, and a quick note on the weather here – last week (slightly before the official Spring, tut, tut!) – temperatures rose to highs of 28 to 31 Celsius! Anyone for tennis??! :)…..
Do hope Autumn treats all of you in the Northern Hemisphere kindly and to those South of the Equator – Solar Panels linked to air-conditioners look to be must-have items! 🙂
Leaves leave home
Ripped away by
Along cooler streets
Whipping up orphans
Lying bereft, forlorn
Dying on the floor
Of the world
Melting into pools
Of future life
Returning to Earth
As the mother calls
Her children home
For the winter
Burning to nourish
To protect, to provide
Until the sun returns
Springing life into being
From the Gaian womb
All safe, all sound
As natural as the Whispering Breeze.
Today, Earth Day,the prompt is: “to write a “pastoral” poem.Traditionally, pastoral poems involved various shepherdesses and shepherds talking about love and fields, but yours can really just be a poem that engages with nature.”
I hope you enjoy my effort! 🙂