The north wind is bracing
Whichever way you’re facing.
It reaches through the layers
Sparking all the players.

Shivering March’s flowers
And birds from pretty bowers.
Petals from first roses on the drive
Remind you how you feel alive.

Cause for constant complaint
Recounted without restraint.
We are masters of such remark
At home or walking in the park.

North, east, west or south
News says god’s open mouth
Has blasted the open heath,
What chance a fragile leaf?

We never cease to find fault,
Hide our trinkets in the vault.
Sunshine, snowing or raining
Weather, we are complaining.

In truth, agree this is pettiness
Including the hail’s own heaviness!
Nature needs our awareness
Constant care and kindness.

The Grace of God is a gift
To give us all a daily lift
To be aware of everything
Wind, tide and all things living.
© David Tenneson 2016.


About David

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