Hi Everyone here is this weeks blog,
It’s sentiments are slightly premature, but is it my fault the sunshine came early!? 🙂 Even though the calendar insists Spring begins September 1st, the keen observers, here at least will note it has already arrived. There’s another reason not to believe everything you read. 🙂 I hope some of you will enjoy it. 🙂
Wishing you all a beautiful week to come.
(Baby Tikarma enjoying a nap in the sunshine)
Ice still forms under the eaves
Still ice evaporates from the fences.
Caressing the air with its chilling fingers.
The earth sodden with winters breath.
This morning clouds part for a brilliant sun.
Patches of blue emerge growing larger
With the elevation in temperature.
Spring has barely started
On my skin I feel it though,
That growing warmth that speaks
A day for mowing lawns, but not lemonade.
No need for wooly hats,
Umbrella at the ready.
There’s full sun, clear skies
and a radiance that brings memories…
…Nostalgia through the growing years.
Many have abandoned you
For the temperate climes of
Autumn and Spring.
I still love you…
…Your clear crisp light.
The scent of balminess, water and mown grass.
The taste of brine with its clinging sand.
Ice cream, hot nights under air conditioning.
Water on hot concrete
A sin these day
Yet the memory seared in recall forever…
…Bare foot at morning tea,
Brooms and dusting cloths.
Rooms half empty in a cleaning frenzy.
Dust and grime of winters rain and chill
Swirling in scented steaming buckets of
Eucalyptus and pine.
The birds can feel it.
Spring drives a fever that has them singing,
Their chatter sprinkling the air
The light knows it,
Stretching itself for another half hour.
In my bones a surge of energy emerges.
Its long hot days still a thing I ache for.
Its heat a taste I still crave.
Makes me itch
makes me restless
Makes me want to
Like a shy cat peeking around the corner
There’s still cold days to come.
Still a night of frost or two.
There’s a surge of life.
The thermometer each day climbing higher.
Soon you will emerge as the dog running
Tail high wagging,barking with HELLO!
…Anything is possible in Springs first warm light
All the world before me once again.
© 2011 Tikarma Vodicka