I wrote this poem when I was watching the Icy blasts of plummeting temperatures in the USA a few weeks ago, and how the snow storms were affecting everyone over there.. According to the World Meteorological Organization (WMO), which monitors global weather, the first six weeks of 2014 have seen an unusual number of extremes of heat, cold, and rain—not just in a few regions as might be expected in any winter, but right the way around the world at the same time, with many costly disruptions to power systems,transport and food production… As you all know we expect to have Rain in Britain, but this is the wettest Winter on record I believe since records began. But the last couple of days we have seen the SUN!
I hope where ever you are you are the weather is improving.
Spring IS on the Way!
This are part of some pre-scheduled Posts and I will be catching you all up Very Soon ..
The Season of choice.
Blizzards of snow in Icy blasts
Falls from the sky like shards of glass
Biting your face and taking your breath
Temperatures plummet bringing Icy death
Gone is the beauty of softly formed flakes
Drifting and freezing on rivers and lakes
Branches that bend and twigs that do snap
All who go out pull on mittens and hat.
But what of the birds? What warmth so they find?
Huddled together in shrub tangled vines
And what about Fox held up in his den
And all our four-legged, what of them?
Do you give them a thought? Do you give them a crumb?
Have you spared a thought? For our Animal Kingdom
And what of the homeless who sleep on our streets
Have you thought of their plight as you sleep beneath warm sheets?
Winter is harsh as it culls out the weak
And the mist rolls in closer even as I speak
Seasons are our barometers of life
Like the elements of Nature combining love and strife
Then there’s the Spring with new growth and birth
As we push on upward seeking self worth
Summer is the garden of beauty and play
As we experience the colour of life every day
Autumn are the years we mature and let go
Like the leaves from a tree we float with the flow
Winter can be a lonely place and cold
Holding Seasons memories as we grow old.
So whatever the weather of storms in Life
Hold onto your heart the Sun of all light
Fill yourself up with gratitude and love
By loving each other, we shall ascend up above..
And this Photo was taken from my own Garden this week
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