SPRING – a poem

At  present I am preoccupied with visiting grandchildren and so I dug up this poem, written in the early 1970s when I lived in London, and edited now in 2019. Grandchildren can’t relate to this time before even thier parents were born, the senitments are universal so I hope that some of my readers may enjoy it.

I am a child of the night,
City born and thrust
Into the darkness,
Of faceless urban millions,
Sharing stereotyped desires,
And mass-media emotions,
Predicted and predictable. 

But, today I was free.
For today I saw the sun shine,
A warm spring sun,
It dried the ground,
It nuzzled nature to action,
Even as I was excited, delighted,
My heart uplifted by the globe.

Then joyful, I sang,
Forgetting the gray city,
Forgetting the tubes and fumes,
Forgetting humanity, my heritage,
And like the March hare,
Madly exulted in the sun,
My heart worshipped a pagan God.

4 thoughts on “SPRING – a poem

  1. Same here. Like Ian, I love that line – “It nuzzled nature to action…”
    And to worship a pagan god – what freedom, what exuberance, what a clincher for me 🙂

    Enjoy your grandchildren, Jane dear.

    • The English tend to worship the sun because they generally have overcast skys! On a sunny spring day the London parks are festooned with people in various attitudes on the grass, eating, chatting. picnicking, reading sun bathing the list goes on.

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