The Stretch of Springtime Morning


England, O my England,
once the crown of the rose and
that now stand here on my window sill
and shiver here in morning’s
gentle thrill, teased by what
is yet to come.
You see spread out before you still
lawns of green, divided nil –
spring time’s blossoms, their
petals fall to cover still
flashes of daisy and buttercups
people cover the ground –
sending them hushed into piles against
ankles buried deep
below the winter oak, fast asleep
still –
till springtime works her way around.



Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

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