Away With You Wild Winter

Away with you wild winter,
We are welcoming the Spring.
Snowdrops, crocuses gleam the garden,
Sweet birds are on the wing.

Warmth of the sun’s bright beams
Swelling Life’s new growth,
Slanting rain spears softly falling
Fill flower buds, leaf buds both.

Winter-thin hedgehogs venture
Forth for fattening food,
Snouting about the burgeoning garden,
Searching in rotten wood

For insects fat and juicy
To strengthen their frail, thin blood,
To help them find their prickly mates
And bring forth plump, fresh broods.

Sing joy for advancing Springtime,
Farewell to Winter’s woe.
Hail to the whole of Creation’s wonder
And the seasons rotational flow.

MSK

A Funfair

Here is the fair beside Southend Pier. From the age of eleven I went to school in Southend,
and as the years went on I worked there , went dancing there, went to the pictures, and, in fact, spent a
lot of my time there. My home was a few miles away. As a child sometimes I spent a day on the beach in Westcliff or
Thorpe Bay with my little brother and my parents. That was a real treat. For many years now I have lived in a London suburb. This is now multi culturel and none the worse for that. I like to see all the different people and
to get to know some of them.

An Ancient Oak

This is such an ancient oak tree. It is in Mill Hill Park.
There are several ancient oaks there but this is my favourite.

A Lopped Plane

I think there is a stark splendour about this London Plane with the vivid blue sky behind.

My Grandmother, Rosetta Jarvis, nee Smith, I never knew her as she unfortunately died long before I was born.
I should like to have known her.

An Echo Of An Old Love?

Will any echo of this ardent tenderness remain

In years to come?

Will any lingering trace of love's refrain

tremble on the air,

Brightening some future day, some future love?

MSK

Blankness

I can't think of a thing to write,

My mind is blank like this page;

No thought, not a single idea in sight,

It's enough to put one in a rage.

MSK

Our Garden Yesterday.

I don't know why two of the pictures have come out blue!

February Snow

We woke to a white garden this morning with snow falling fast. It looks so
pretty but creates havoc everywhere. I can't help feeling excited, the same feeling I had when I was a child.
It is quiet and there are no buses passing the house every few minutes and no lorries either. There are no buses
running anywhere in London. The sky still looks full of snow waiting to fall.