Just Another Day

Day dawns
What day is it?
Does it matter?
It does but doesn’t
Much like any other
Doom and gloom
Ah the papers 
Must be Sunday
But could be Monday
Come day go day
More bad news day
New day blues day
What comes next?

Grass is growing
Blossoms blooming
Birds don’t know
What day it is
Birds don’t care
What day it is
Two Blackbirds
They share a worm
Gather sticks
To make a nest
Flap and fly
Move on
To make a nest
And lay their eggs

Robins bobbin
Up and down
Cheeky, cheerful
Not a frown
Pecker up and
Chest puffed out
Another day will 
Dawn tomorrow
Life goes on
For some at least
The doom & gloom 
Will fade away
The dawn will dawn
Another day

Written 15.3.20 

Just discovered this poem in an old notebook. The poem was inspired by the realisation of what effect Covid 19 may have on our lives and the contrasting emotions of the arrival of Spring.

 

Autumn Equinox

Falling leaves and crispy mornings
Leaves all littered on the lawn
Browns and reds and yellows too
All part of the autumn hue
Equinox and shorter days
Longer nights and darker dawn

Misty mornings damp and dull
Days of sun and crisp clean air
Wind and rain and frost to come
The scene is changing day by day
It tells the time its nature’s way
Autumnness will have its day

Alistair J Parker
29 August 2017

Inspired by this mornings walk through the park.