newness poems

March — View from My Window | Mary Parkes

Tall bare trees reach up so high.
A thick black blanket hugs the sky.
Will we have rain now or will that cloud scatter?
From my warm viewpoint that is no matter!

Now chattering sparrows arrive at the feeders, then
Six sparkling starlings – very fast eaters!
Two little blue tits cling to the suet ball
Lots of titbits break off and fall

down to the ground
where a blackbird I see
and a friendly little robin
looking in at me.

Spring Song | Mary Parkes

Early every morning
Before my cup of tea
The birds in the garden
Sing their songs for me

The robin and the sparrow
and goldfinches too
Chattering starlings
A harmonious crew

New green buds
Are growing on the trees
Pansies, tulips and daffodils
Are dancing in the breeze

New growth
New beginning
Hopeful journeys
New me singing!

When I Was New | Joan McNerney

When I was new
and the world was new.

So many roads to wander
under a cerulean sky.
Forbidden fruits to savor,
forbidden lips to taste.

Full of promise, flowers
budding on the vine.
Their perfume covering
my fingertips.

I hurried through each day
alive with my songs.
The moon rose just for me and
stars burned just for me

Every morning brought
sunshine to my window.
Another day filled with wonder
waiting at my doorstep.

Spring was greener then.
When I was new
and the world was new.

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