Capturing Spring

Spring and summer are over far too quickly.

The sun toys with the hazel

pushing its tongue between

leaves and branches, like a lover.

 

It sparkles with the wink of a roving eye

through the denseness of the bush,

as it absolutely insists

 

that is must not be ignored

among the competing flavours

of mid spring.

 

It knows these longer days

cannot persist, and soon

 it will be a distant memory

 

as we slip back into colder times

once the longest day,

the summer solstice,

 

has come and gone

for yet another lonely

year. And thus,

 

it determines

to play out each

and every moment it can.

 

I sit at my writing bureau

watching this game

of nature tag

 

wishing that I could

simply capture it, and keep it

in a jar upon my desk.

 

29/05/19

Author's Note