A little Spring in your step (Prose)

touch the Spring in Australia
warmth in wind beckons leaves to dance
birds to sing and nest

though the ladder in my shed
not the ideal place
step on pavements in front of neighbours

flowers blossom, coloured rainbows
against backdrops of green hues
inspiring Spring, perfumes not in bottles

unlike colder Seasons, treading outside gusts of
cold bitter winds hit skin, tis pleasant to walk
within ~ the gardens of my land

take note that your change comes, as my change does
change in fauna, changes in moods and love
that may spiral to a darker place

when winter darkness fills your space
your thoughts grow dim
whilst mine blossoms ~ light, carefree

no star shaped colours rustling under foot
no snow or cold to chill the bones
no heat that expires and draws your breath

I have a skip in my step in Spring
forget the crunch, the heat, the thunder
dare I say it ~ yes I will

there’s no other place like ‘Down Under’

© JMTacken Oct 16 2013

The bird pictured is a Magpie http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australian_Magpie

This is for DVerse dVerse–  Hosted by Björn Rudberg (brudberg) Read some amazing Poets – join in the fun if you wish. The drinks are on the house 🙂

‘Tween Winter and Summer Spring Sings Hello

candied orange peel toffee apple red
colours drift to ground casting autumn aside

gloom of winter darkened days
scattered shadows dissipate
frozen morns forgotten goodbye to
nights crispiness as it migrates
for another year

a new season has begun swaying harmony
blossom creaminess caresses the perfumed
breeze floating downwards laying natures carpet
beneath my feet soft blades invite themselves
between my toes spring shows her calling card

scented flowers rainbow from the earth
accompany shy buds eager to display confidence
trees dressed in petalled outfits snuggle leaves
to waken
light of spring holds till late no shadowy clouds spoil
and daffodil trumpets herald the sun to
vibrantly dance

romance smiling faces sun kissed lovers
stroll energised hand in hand

bees buzz
cats purring stretch lazily in sunny alcoves
eggs crack new born feathers break out
to spread their wetted wings
foals unsteady feet
greet the world in warmth on lush and
grassy knolls whilst
deers bend to nuzzle nose of young
hidden amongst forest verdurous
Spring permeating..perfumed..perfection

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Open and welcome critique please

Written for http://dversepoets.com/2013/04/20/poetics-spring/

It’s a quiet day in blogisphere…so I just talk gibberish

My American friends are sleeping ssshhhhh & my UK friends may have peaked with one eye at their alarm clocks, or mobile phones & thrown the pillow over their heads saying “just another an hour, it’s Saturday”!! (Forgive me for not having looked up different world time zones for my other friends)

So WAKEY WAKEY you lot, here in sunny Melbourne……yes you heard me right the sun is actually out . Spring has sprung.. well for today anyway.

I’ve done some gardening and actually been able to hang washing on the line..

you heard it here 1st ladies and gentlemen..THE LINE, where the gentle breeze and warmth of the sun dry them till their fluffy and aromatic.

Ah bliss… apart from the Drum Roll please….

Public Enemy Numero Uno – The Magpie (not the football team…well ok them as well)

Spring heralds and so does the fatal Magpie, swooping down attacking its victimswithout any respect for those that may walk, run, jog, skip or ride their bicycles. But I pose this question “Oh Australian feathered beast….how the heck are we to know where you nests are??? Huh I mean seriously, so what you’re saying is back off from any park lands, bike tracks, buildings, houses where you may be nesting? Tad unreasonable don’t you think”?

We are innocent and bear you no harm – believe us when we tell you , (sounds like a line from a song) we would rather stick a paper clip in our eyes than have the wrath of you mighty flighted Aves – so please let us go about our business without being pecked on the head or clawed on our arms… and you can go about yours.

Luckily we don’t have to contend with such winged foolery when summer reaches… but we do have to be on careful look out for the bronzed, well built, six-pack abdomen adorable Life Savers.. Arriving soon at a beach near you.

(Said in the Promo Movie Guys voice)

Is there such a thing as too many blogs?

For it seems I cannot help myself and probably should slooooow down, but there is so much rattling around this brain of mine it’s hard to do that.

For instance I just stood outside, yes we now have Spring in Australia (though today you would have hardly thought it). The blossom trees are flowering, the fressias have emerged from the cold dark soil with their brilliant colours. The lemon tree is prolific with fruit and of course the birds now start tweeting and making themselves known at 5am (bless them…)

So why when all this beautiful nature is surrounding me that the day is cold and it even hailed this afternoon? However I do live in Melbourne (acclaimed for having 4 seasons in one day) and now even when it still is very fresh outside the sun decides to appear. I just don’t understand. I wish to have the weather of Thailand, tropical, humid and even when it does rain you can splash amongst the puddles or lift your face to the sky to be rained upon.

When Spring does commence in earnest, I shall be happy for the warmer days and shan’t complain. When our summer hits with its temperatures of up to 44 degrees (that’s Celcius not Farenheit which I think is around 107) then I shall probably complain that it’s too hot!

Ahh yes an age thing of always commenting on the weather…. well there you have it.

Perhaps I should have titled this Seasons.

Keep your eyes ever upwards and not upon the skin

or Mags Models and Moi.

So I just returned from getting new tyres put on my car. A “blokey” (Aussie term for man) atmosphere without a female in sight, at least there was a coffee machine.

I sat down in front of the coffee table in the ‘waiting room’ with the not so abundant array of magazines ahead of me. The choice admittedly was rather dismal. Yes, ‘yee har’ there were mags for the boys on tyres, and 4 wheel drives and the like about 5 and 2 mags for the women folk.

Vogue and another glossy high fashion one with Jennifer Anniston on the cover (I remember her) but not the magazine title. I sat with my skirt and T shirt on sipping my machine made latte (taking note this is the 1st warm day we have had since Winter has ceased) so my bare white skin was that of a beacon heralding the arrival of Spring.

Casting my eyes on the pages and flicking through, with stunning photographs (all touched up by the way) of the glamourous models and the expensive haute couture clothing that adorned their silken bronzed bodies. I gazed in awe at how pretty the clothes were and indeed how perfectly unmarked (almost store mannequin) were the models that wore them.

Sadly I looked downwards to my arm holding said magazine and looked at my pale, slightly freckled, corrugated arm that was holding it up. Rearranging my skin so that the corrugation wasn’t on full view (even to myself any longer) I continued glancing through the pages.

The meaning of this post?  I have lived in this body for 57 years and as much as it sometimes makes me go ‘ugh’ I have  no choice but continue living in it. The models in the mags are all young, stunning, air brushed and haven’t had kids.

I am older, bore 2 children and definitely not air-brushed and for gods sake don’t get me started on my legs! I just won’t look down anymore.

🙂