Poem: Give Me The Spring!

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Give me the spring,
its light and hope,
or just some freshness to the air
and your uplifting smile.

We shall laugh and dance
in an April shower,
watch the sunrise together
by the empty bracing shore

You can tell me when it’s gone,
this all consuming darkness,
as the burgeoning sun
circles north to bless us

copyright Francis Barker 2020

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Poem: Advent

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The most wonderful time of the year,
or so they say.
To the world weary mind the days
are cold and grey;
where childhood’s a distant dream
of hope and love,
an imagination brought alive
simply looking above.
So don’t say those unfair words
like humbug to me,
I just yearn for spring’s return,
it’s my simple plea

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Keck, Cow Parsley, Anthriscus sylvestris

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Where I grew up, which was once part of the Danelaw, ¬†we called it ‘keck’, a common name for cow parsley; some call it wild chervil, or even Queen Anne’s Lace. Well, it sounds like an ancient Norse word, but it could equally be good old Old English. Either way, it is characteristic of this time of year, as spring turns into summer.

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words and pictures ©copyright rp 2016