A poem for the Equinox

 

 

It would help if we remembered

Spring Forward, Fall...

Back but that's not what we need to recall.

Will this biennial shift

make us grumpy and miffed

when we're ripped from our sleep far too soon?

Or will happiness be engendered

and our hearts rendered tender

by later rising of stars and the Moon?

 



 

 

It seems to me
that the Equinox splits
those with young children
and those who are free...
 

  

To brave tired parents, whose survival
is cruelly threatened by sleep deprival
coping with loud and early risers,
Spring joy will come as no surprise, as
half past four becomes half past five.
A more reasonable time to come alive.
 

 

 

It's the evening, at least in the Southern parts,

that the Equinox causes a lifting of hearts.

 For those who are free of family chores

this means an extra hour outdoors,

 where they may take drinks and even dine,

welcoming lengthening Spring sunshine.

 

 

( At least in this age of mobile phones and computers,
none of us need be equinoxially unaware, running late, commuters!)

 

I have written this very silly poem because of a conversation I had with my son Sam last night, as to which equinox did what and how it will affect us. Writing it reminded me of those early risings on Spring mornings when I was up and feeding my daughter Emily as the first birds started to sing.

(Apologies to all for dreadful doggerel and silly rhymes)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Edward Thomas- ' Birds' Nests'

I was walking in the bare February countryside at the weekend and remembered this poem from the best of nature poets- Edward Thomas.

Birds' Nests

The summer nests uncovered by autumn wind,

Some torn, others dislodged, all dark,

Everyone sees them: low or high in tree,

Or hedge, or single bush, they hang like a mark.

Since there's no need of eyes to see them with

I cannot help a little shame

That I missed most, even at eye's level, till

The leaves blew off and made the seeing no game.

'Tis a light pang. I like to see the nests

Still in their places, now first known,

At home and by far roads. Boys knew them not,

Whatever jays and squirrels may have done.

And most I like the winter nests deep-hid

That leaves and berries fell into:

Once a dormouse dined there on hazel-nuts,

And grass and goose-grass seeds found soil and grew. 

Edward Thomas

A woman's wish and a man's hopes...

It must be the Spring but I have woken feeling frivolous!

I have found this funny poem that David discovered and sent to me-

 Woman's Poem

Before I lay me down to sleep,

I pray for a man, who's not a creep,

One who's handsome, smart and strong.

One who loves to listen long,

One who thinks before he speaks,

One who'll call, not wait for weeks.

I pray he's gainfully employed,

When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.

Pulls out my chair and opens my door,

Massages my back and begs to do more.

Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,

Knows what to answer to 'how big is my behind?'

I pray that this man will love me to no end,

And always be my very best friend!

So I made up one in reply...

Man's Poem

 When I finally fall asleep

I pray for a woman who will keep

on thinking I’m handsome, perfect & strong

One that loves to listen long

When I rant on about ‘News of the Week'

And not care if to her I hardly speak

I pray that she’ll enjoy being employed

Ironing my shirts and not be annoyed

When I leave the dirty ones on the floor

But just pick them up and ask for more

Oh! Send me a woman who loves my dirty mind

 and wears thongs to show her great behind

I pray she will love me  ‘til the very end

And even more than her best friend...

I hope this will amuse you too!

ps, I apologise for the photographic discrepancy- I'm ashamed to say that I don't actually own a thong...