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Spring Sun
Spring has returned
unexpected sun bathes the land
birds twitter in tress
sweet serenade for the fair weather
a welcome change to overcast skies
though clouds,
now faded and white
linger in the background
as rain will return one day, but not today
it is time ripe for cutting grass
or just walking into town for shopping,
in shorts yanked out from the closet depths
and sunglasses, once forgotten
now become a fashion essential.
Only the English could savour the sun in this way
where even their mood and behaviour brightens
so that they feel relaxed enough
to make pleasant small talk with strangers
as they each go about their business
enjoying the glow and glare
enough to actually stop and smell the flowers
as bumblebees bumble from flower to flower.
It all becomes a green and pleasant land
that may not be God's creation
but has the favour of something shining over it
enough to warrant some unspoken thanks
and faith in the good and great
as the weird and wonderful poke their heads out
while the great migration outdoor happens.
The slight breeze
complements the heat
as it would be just wrong
for it to be too warm and pleasant
at this time of year
and we could not have that;
there is such a thing as too much of a good thing
besides which some of that Sun
needs to be saved and savoured in Summer
although some unfortunates
are already suffering from hay fever
the infectious good mood
making them smile, even with slightly red noses
as the mass solar praise goes on,
before dusk creeps in.
unexpected sun bathes the land
birds twitter in tress
sweet serenade for the fair weather
a welcome change to overcast skies
though clouds,
now faded and white
linger in the background
as rain will return one day, but not today
it is time ripe for cutting grass
or just walking into town for shopping,
in shorts yanked out from the closet depths
and sunglasses, once forgotten
now become a fashion essential.
Only the English could savour the sun in this way
where even their mood and behaviour brightens
so that they feel relaxed enough
to make pleasant small talk with strangers
as they each go about their business
enjoying the glow and glare
enough to actually stop and smell the flowers
as bumblebees bumble from flower to flower.
It all becomes a green and pleasant land
that may not be God's creation
but has the favour of something shining over it
enough to warrant some unspoken thanks
and faith in the good and great
as the weird and wonderful poke their heads out
while the great migration outdoor happens.
The slight breeze
complements the heat
as it would be just wrong
for it to be too warm and pleasant
at this time of year
and we could not have that;
there is such a thing as too much of a good thing
besides which some of that Sun
needs to be saved and savoured in Summer
although some unfortunates
are already suffering from hay fever
the infectious good mood
making them smile, even with slightly red noses
as the mass solar praise goes on,
before dusk creeps in.
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