Sunday 16 February 2014

SPRING MORNING, a poem by Ann Wilson




In the quiet of early morning
when the air is fresh and clean.
A magical day is dawning
now Spring has set the scene.


Fresh green buds are bursting
through the bareness of the trees.
Daffodils are gently nodding,
in the early morning breeze.


Yellow crocuses are peeping out
to greet the morning light.
Shy violets and pansies
try keeping out of sight.


As Springtime greets the Summer
and the freshness turns to heat.
How I miss the cool green mornings,
Spring season days are fleet.

Thursday 6 February 2014

Tablet saga!

I had to send the faulty tablet back as it only worked when it felt like it which wasn't often. They have replaced it with an upgrade, which seems to be fine, touch wood!