Don Holmes says….Wrote this at a recent poetry meeting and we had to imagine the view of life from our favourite tree. So I chose the one that used to stand in Wyndham Park.

TREE IN WINTER CHILL
March, and the frost still lingers
People passing, warming fingers
Staring at the bare dark lines
Of my trunk, looking for signs
That Spring will soon bring shoots of green
Migratory birds that wash and preen
Crocuses and daffodils, bursting into life
A hope to shake off winter’s strife
As noon approaches, the Sun appears
To put some warmth on cold young ears
The Park Keeper begins to toil
Prods and pokes at frosted soil
Hoping that his efforts may
Help dormant seedlings on their way
But as the afternoon wears on
Those early signs of life are gone
As cooling winds begin to blow
Threatening thoughts of fresh new snow
Just a fluttering or two
Nothing much to worry you
But as I watch the flurries start
And covers all my boughs and bark
Then I change colour, white from grey
And Winter will not go away
© Don Holmes (18/05/2022)