Spring Time

Day 4: "In his poem, “Spring Thunder,” Mark van Doren brings us a short, haunting evocation of weather and the change in seasons. Today, we’d like to challenge you to craft your own short poem that involves a weather phenomenon and some aspect of the season. Try using rhyme and keeping your lines of roughly even length."

Since we put the clocks forward for British Summer Time I really feel a lifting of my spirits, matched by a different quality of light and the mating activity of birds.  This little poem isn't about a weather phenomenon as such, but simply reflects the change of light and activity as the clocks go forward.  It's a bit simplistic - definitely in need of a later edit! 

Spring Time

You can’t help but notice
The change in the light, 
Mornings cling to darkness
But we've pushed back night.

Since clocks advanced
We enjoy the dawn chorus
Light is enhanced,
Air seems more porous.

The garden comes alive
Busy birds nest and sing,
The whole world revives
To welcome in the Spring.



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