Spring Thoughts

Spring in Walsall Arboretum

Here’s a couple of quick verses on spring.

A Short Spring Poem

Today I think I will put away my winter coat,
I think spring’s here, it feels less cool.
So hopefully tomorrow when I wear shorts,
My knees won’t freeze and turn blue.


Spring Surprise

Spring has sprung out from hiding,
Giving me a terrible shock.
My sweat drips through my winter woollies,
Filling my wellies drop by drop.

Needless to say we’ve had another cold snap here since the nice weather at the weekend but I remain optimistic spring is nearly here!


My Town

Everyone you see smokes.
So everyone also chokes.
Swearing is the new pollution,
Chips one of your five a day contributions.
Unfinished developments are fenced off,
Building of new houses has stopped.
Pound stores and take aways spread
Like weeds in neglected civic flower beds.
Every betting shop has children outside,
Every off licence has children inside.

Spring Weather

Like a well-executed bomber raid,
The clouds take up formation.
Emptying their sudden barrage,
On unsuspecting sun worshippers.

Who panicked scatter for cover,
Desperately seeking any shelter.
Condemning sausages to a fiery demise,
Blackening on discarded barbeques.

All hopes of a break in the raid,
Vanish when the last sunbeam fades.
As a second wave of clouds soar in,
To continue this stormy onslaught.

Unconcerned cats curl under shrubs,
Ignoring the torrential torrent.
Paws trembling as they dream,
Eagerly awaiting the early bird.

Spring has Sprung.

There’s a damp freshness in the air
The street looks like it’s all new
Lawns sparkle and gutters trickle
Trees glisten with the dew.
I survey the sites that looks changed
Pause and take a breath of fresh air
Then stride briskly off to work
Feeling slightly devil-may-care.
Jaunty feet step carefully
Over the slugs and snails
As they slowly seek dry ground
But sadly all to no avail.
Jump the puddle in the road
Avoid the gutter’s growing stream
Something infectious is in the air
Even the litter looks clean.

I’ve dug this poem out of the archives as I have been spending too much time trying to get my new smart phone to work to be able to put pen to paper.  With the current varied spring weather it also seems an apt choice !

The Optimistic Ice Cream Man.

As the cold wind snaps and lashes
And the driving rain cuts and splashes.
The optimistic ice cream man
Attempts to sell his wares as best as he can.
His van’s tinny chimes trickle out
And against the wind try to announce.
It doesn’t matter what the weather is
Come to my van you hungry kids.
You see if the truth be told
Ice cream can actually be eaten hot or cold.
True, eating it hot can be a mess
But you won’t like the ice cream any less.
But the cold wind still lashes
And the driving rain still splashes.
So as the weather has him beat,
The optimistic ice cream man retreats.
And starts his engine and drives away
Perhaps to return on a sunnier day.

Despite the bad spring weather the other day an ice cream man drove into our street and for a few minutes over the rain all that could be heard was the chimes of his van, summoning one and all to buy ice cream regardless of the weather ! Needless to say he drove away empty-handed.

Partial Nudity in Birmingham.

It’s a sign of the good weather that the world , well Birmingham anyway has decided it’s time to air their pale winter limbs !

Strolling down Broad Street
As the sun peeks out,
The pale flesh appears.
White arms blink,
As sleeves are discarded.
Around the cathedral.
Skirts are hitched up
Leggings discarded,
While the Bishop averts his eyes.
My arms join the throng,
As bustling through the Bull Ring
I don sunglasses.
Trying in vain
To hide my beer belly
So as not to scare the sun away.