Until I retired
I didn't notice

the colours of the dew on the grass
and the shape of the water droplets
the scent of the flowers after the rain
the greenness of the fields

Having more time to spare
I have noticed changes everywhere

I don't understand computers
technology, mobile phones-
things that are not tangible
but
I do understand
nature's cycle
like the journey leaves undergo
from falling off
in the autumn
and
reappearing
in the springtime
as buds and blossoms,
migrations and hibernations
of birds and animals,
all interdependent
on each other
and their environment

As the sun shone brightly
after the storms the last few weeks
I saw  a Crocus growing through the lawn
The beauty of spring flowers
thriving
brings joy to my heart
as does the sound
of little birds singing

The storms with destructive winds
of over two hundred miles per hour
in the atmosphere
make global warming more apparent
and climate change more real

"What to do for the best?"
I asked myself

A drop of rain in the summertime
when the climate is hot
makes a blackbird sing
and petals of the flower open
for which my wifi isn't necessary

As the sun rose in the east

The heron opened his wings

curled as he flew

over the Oblique and the trees

which were in full bloom

until it was out

of sight

From where I have been

Nowhere is as beautiful as spring in England

from what I have seen

I opened my eyes
to my surprise
I saw fluffy white clouds in the sky
that we had not seen for a few weeks
A little rain would do the parched earth good
letting the flowers and trees
continue to grow
natures way of giving us what we need
and for which I am thankful

I just noticed that
all the branches of the trees
move in harmony

Refrain from squinting

lens have been invented

many moons ago, now

you can wear them

even in the wildest of weathers

thankfully

Imagine
no planes
no boats
no trains
no cars
for a few weeks
and
nature restoring
its balance
more than
Kyoto ever has done

The grass is green today
Hip Hip Hooray
First day of spring
and not a cloud in sight
The sky is blue
Standing here
on my feet
dictating this poem
sat down
wondering when
we can go out
to play
again

The End

Every little cell
in my body
is happy
Every little cell
in my body
is well
I'm so glad
that every little cell
in my body
is happy
and every little cell
in my body
is well

Not a lot of mud to see
the ground is drying up
eventually

The changing of the season
from winter to spring
allows the workers to re-begin
the installation of the alarm system
windows and doors
and the slate roof
We hope it will be all done
by next winter
appreciated by all

Sought after autographs
Authors musicians and artists
Some people like to collect them

In fine drizzly rain
snow becomes slushy puddles
some quite deep, I think

Buds of spring begin
when the sun hits the branches
turning them golden

Poetry, to me
is a spontaneous expression
using my senses

The builder's *** exists
(I have recently seen one or two)
I have been wondering why
I now realize they can't do their belts up tight
with all the bending and lifting they have to do

No matter what happens
always keep love in your heart
You will be okay

living at Birthwaite
can be an obstacle course
in all the hallways

Despite commotion
I could hear wild geese flying
Lovely sound to hear

White anenome
standing out in the garden
the first this season

Scaffolding is a skilled job,
I realized
as are all other jobs
in the building trade
Working in all weather
All credit and thanks to them!
Without their know-how
we would not have shelter

The kerfuffle
was caused by the workers
The stress made people tremble
and seemed indefinite

Hippos like mud
and children sometimes too
They jump and splash in the mud
thinking it's good to do

Twelve o'clock midday
the workmen are downing tools
Oh what a relief!

Everywhere we go
Ivy is spreading tendrils
Please, what can we do?

"It's an enigma"
my cool friend-blood sister said-
why bubbles burst

On the tip of my tongue
when I am inside, I feel safe
knowing my way around-
Outside, not so much-
I decide to take
an ordinance survey map with me

Creating a void
by spinning around
in a blaze
making a sound

It took a minute or two
we found
to hear the sound
and to sing with it

The deluge has been pouring down
for how long, I wonder?
It is not just a drizzle
that gets into your bones
and it's not raining 'cats and dogs'.
Pitter-patter raindrops
Pitter-patter raindrops
all around, on the ground
I don't think it needs it
I wish some spring sunshine
would come our way

Is it the seventh?
I wonder where the workmen are?
I hope they are here

I stopped and I stared
towards the red morning sky
A sight to behold!

I sat and I watched
the sun shadows were changing
as the snow melted

Was it a flock of starlings
or mistle thrushes
I saw murmuring for a moment
in the dark sky?

Realizing they were actually starlings
not mistle thrushes
I deleted them
from my mind

and watched as the starlings continued their orbit
to a warmer county

Wish for everyone-
All year 'round, not just Christmas
remember goodness

I tell my grandson:
"All year 'round, not just Christmas
remember goodness"

It was inevitable
that both the split peas
and the seaweed
would be ready
before the record on the stereo
had finished

Still a long time to come
before the sun
is in the northern hemisphere
and we can plant more peas

As the morning sun rose in the east
the sky was blue with a bright light

and the bees were busy,
encouraging us

            up
     get  
to

and collect the wine glasses
from the night before

I was reading and writing
about the magnetic fields
that surround the earth

In the low autumn sunshine
the illusions of colours change
as leaves leap and bound along the ground
leaving that last word- quantum -
out of the equation
altogether

The impossible
can become possible
as the day becomes darker
when world is spinning around
the spine becomes more fluid
with a bit of peace and quiet

Clatter and bang bang
living in a building site
It has to be done!

Thank You cards written
for my wonderful birthday
I will not forget

On the line of the horizon
in the moonlight
we saw an owl

The whisper of his wings
showed us the way
to follow
to his nest

A note to my self
not to mingle
when the workmen's tools
are echoing

Wait
until they have gone
and the unsettling spell
is over and done

We found a flat path
beside a stream to walk on
It felt very good

The mustard coloured leaves
shine golden in the sun and the breeze
soon to fall to the ground
and join others strewn around

Will she or won't she
come and cut my hair today
Still wondering when

It was a monosyllabic shock
when the luminous light went off
and the artist had to stop
drawing the train