With a nod to ‘The Wasteland’

With a nod to ‘The Wasteland’

Is April as cruel

Or two-faced

As the ocean

A spring time here

An autumn there

Cicadas slowly born

Quick to fade away

In a southern scape

Desperation in their calling

In the dappledown

Of English meadows

Daffodils reach their zenith

For Mother’s day

A flume of yellow heads

Dancing over meadowland

What is so different

Between hemispheres,

Unless we are more

Right brain than left,

When the beauty

Of an autumn day

Can be recreated

In the palette

Of a painter

Push out your tubers

Spread wide your Foxgloves

Collect the sun and grow

As tall as the Hydrangea

Feel as free

As new growth

To explore

A world much more

Than wasteland

Every new surrounding

Some time this way

Will pass

Reach out and grasp

A pocketful of posy

Welcome April

Let it wash over

It may very well

Astound you.