Thoughts on a spring morning
by cricketjeff on April 27, 2009. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
Where birds and silver aircraft play and fly,
No clouds conspire to bleach the perfect sky
So dirty roads and buildings shine as new.
I walk to work conducting a review
Of all the beauty that assaults the eye,
I make another unsuccessful try
To drag my dreams from dwelling just on you.
Allotments seem like open countryside
And gardens are a coloured patchwork quilt
Of every colour that our minds perceive.
It seems that nature will not be denied,
She beautifies what ever man has built
And I have dreams of you to interweave.
Actually today dawned grey wet and horrid …