Spring again, as beautiful as ever

I can’t resist the cherry trees or A.E. Housman so here they are again.

Loveliest of Trees

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now, of my three score years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.

And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.

A.E. Housman

Spring and Fall 

Forsythia blazes golden in my garden,
Daffodils bob and sway, the hedge unfurls

Into a tender tangle of green curls,
Old fruit trees creak as new buds swell and harden.

Now finches fall in showers, thrushes sing
And blackbirds bounce in conflict, shrieking shrill,
Ponds fizz with tadpoles, squirmingly alive,
Trout leap, lambs stagger, piglets roll and thrive.
The whole world gleams and wriggles, nothing’s still
In the dizzying effulgence that is spring.

But I lie dormant, thirsting for the call
That does not come. I hang in winter air,
Flung between rigid patience and despair,
Hoping to spring yet fearful of a fall.

Postscript to a Spring Sonnet  

Snowdrifts prove me wrong
To have dreamed a spring song,
Too early, careless sung,
Too late knowing.
Nestlings halt small lives
Under sleet knives,
Buds stain and fade
Hacked by snow-blade,
Blossom’s blighted brown,
Fry and tadpole drown.
And lambs freeze to death
Before they can draw breath,
Too early given tongue,
Too soon going,
Killed by the icy swing
Of unpredictable Spring
In two cruel days.

Whom Gaia breeds, she slays.


I’m sorry to strike a sad note at the end but I am rather down, having had to face the fact, that since Mr Powell of the Felpham Village Conservation Society put his article in Felpham in Focus there is nothing I can do to save poor Blake’s Cottage.

5 thoughts on “Spring again, as beautiful as ever

    • I can only echo Rosemary Noble, Beryl. You have done your best and the current situation does beggar belief. Only one thought left. .. have you written / contacted Philip Pullman?


  1. I’ll second the other Rosemary’s words. You fought the good fight, you couldn’t have done more. But it is a crying shame to think that house will sink into decay. I’m so glad i knew it before that happens. Hugs.


  2. I’m not sure about contacting PP. He is one of the greats and I’m just a popular novelist. Besides, I fear he will have been sucked in by Tim Heath’s vague explanations and excuses, the way everyone else seems to have been.. Maybe I should pluck up some courage.


  3. @berylkingston. Dear friend, ,I remember Joni Mitchell’s lyrics,”They paved paradise to put up a parking lot.” It is most cruel that we cannot transfer our love and devotion to a jewel such as the Blake house, to another person who just does not understand. Of course some people avoid the art gallery where my beloved Caravaggio lives, saying they don’t understand art. This – to me – is pure beauty, heart-filled expression of loveliness and angst and all those deep feelings which I know very well. Much affection, Mary Latela


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