Early One Spring Morning

Early One Spring Morning

From dormancy to bud burst

The trees emerge unseen

On heath and hurst

To bring forth the green

That heralds the Spring

Celandine and heartsease

Bejewel the earth

Whilst thrush will tease

From the greening turf

Food for hungry young.

Deeply hidden nests

Hold eggs and chicks.

A clowning hare jests,

Jumps, twists and kicks.

To thwart advances.

Sparkling waters where trout

Lie and lay their eggs

And thereabouts

The female kingfisher begs

From a dripping mate.

A pastoral scene

But not from yesteryear

This can all be seen

But you must take a care

On a spring morning.

Dave Urmston 2015 c

If Ever I Should Doubt My Love

If Ever I Should Doubt My Love

If ever I should doubt my love, I only

Need look to your eyes to find

Reason not to. It is your lovely

Nature for which I pined

When forced away from you,

Losing sight of the few

Joys of my life.

But it is not as for some

Who weigh the sum

Of their life’s esteem

In the reflected love

That seems to teem

Within the mirrored dove

Grey eyes of the one

Who loves them.

My love has no price;

It is unconditional;

It will not vanish in a trice

But will be there for all

To see from this day.

And if we are so blessed

And life is spared, we may

Pass each and every test

That comes our way.

Dave Urmston 2016 c

Winter

Winter

The night day beckons snow.

Last night’s sharp, sharp frost,

Means I lie here and cannot bear to throw

The covers from where they are tossed.

Care worn women fight the storm

To garner provisions for the store

Against nature’s mighty form.

To protect the children they bore.

But I stay here and when it comes

It will be no card scene

But the silent reminder that becomes

The chill, cold and mean.

No one can come,

But none would come in this season

Of nothingness. A time to sum

Up what has been and for what reason.

I am the winter.

Its loneliness and stillness,

Only I am older,

A more solemn witness.

Dave Urmston 2016 c