seasonal musings

SEASONAL MUSINGS PART I

SPRINGTIME

I wake to the sound of birdsong
An early spring sun upon my face
Elation fills me as I emerge from slumber
And I rise and dress with haste

Blackbirds and starlings chirrup and hop
Seeking to break their fast upon my lawn
Daffodils and snowdrops shout their colour to me
On this, a perfect dawn

Dew is glistening
On a myriad spiders homes
And a hedgehog snuffles for her worms
Contented and alone

I step outside to bask in the glory of spring
Reveling in the renewed freshness of the world
I spy a robin upon a branch
Proclaiming his song with wings unfurled.

SEASONAL MUSINGS PART II

SUMMERTIME

A soft and welcome breeze ruffles my net curtains
As I wake up to the first day of July
There is a pleasant aroma of flowers in bloom
And bees perform their seemingly random dance in the sky

The robin is here once more
Greeting this new day with his charming melodic voice
The bumble bees whizzing past him to new flowers
Appear to be spoilt for choice

The scent of rosemary and mint pervades the air
As a startlingly pretty butterfly alights on my windowsill
I am calm and at peace on this warm summers morning
As I stand looking on, perfectly still.

SEASONAL MUSINGS PART III

AUTUMNTIME

I wake upon a joyous autumnal morn
And once again my friend the robin is there to greet
The sound of flapping wings draws my attention
And suddenly two lovers meet

What I took for my friend was in fact his mate
My friend arrives, a bright red berry in his beak
A gift of love which he passes to her
I look on, awestruck, wishing they could speak

Nuts and berries are plentiful as I gaze upon my garden
The wonder of the scene is both subtle and sublime
A musky, earthy smell hangs in the air
And so begins another harvest time

SEASONAL MUSINGS PART IV

WINTERTIME

Cold seeps in from the open window
Nudging me ever nearer to consciousness
Cocooned in my duvet I struggle against it
But waking is inexorable, so I dress

I stride over to the window
And the scene that greets me is one of exquisite beauty
My breath catches in my throat
All is white as far as I can see

The constant robin, as always, is up before I
And seems oblivious to the cold upon his bare winter branch
His song is a happy one
As he knows my birdfeeder will provide him with his lunch.