William Donkin Swallows & Spring |
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| William Donkin © Copyright 2001 - 'Swallows' from Poet-tree's 'words' workshop Spring and Swallows are poems published in a chapbook called, Feathers to Tickle the Imagination - Poems 1998 -2000 by William Donkin |
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| ~ Migrant drawn home to reminisce before dying, on one calls his name no nest awaits him. Tho’ solitary hill stands familiar, the crops in the fields aren’t the same. Old eyes see fireplace with chimney still standing white cloud, like smoke, frozen in time. Recalling lines his mother recited, he embraces her warmth to his bones where he’s resting. His world small again. The Swallows are nesting. |
| Swallows |
| Spring |
| ~ A swallow skims over the lake, gently touching the surface with the very tip of her wings. Causing ripples that roll gently out to the furthest banks. Where lovers lie watching wild geese fly through the heavens, in formation like cupids arrow. The ice has departed. Ducks with tails pointed skyward explore new life below, looking for a perpendicular dinner. Moorhen sopranos try to outdo their tenor cousins. Canadian gees goosestep the grassy bank. Chidlren, hand in hand, disappear behind a row of poplars, that look like giant quills waiting to be dipped in the pond of liquid ink. The quiet drone of the bumblebee. The sweet smell of new mown grass. Frogs play among the Lily pads croak...plop!... ...croak...plop! Pussy willow sheds her grey coat of winter, for the new spring colour of pale green. A time of joyous renewal when all things look to begin again the circle of life. |