It is Day 509 of the daily new poems.  Our poet Anne Stewart thinks it’s Oslo today … It’s Oslo today, I think, every morning some new city in the world,and the hotel walked out fromon a cold spring morning,when the wind shouts danger and the passports in the hotel safe,and we so far from it now, and the… Continue reading

What a lovely sign of Spring is a field yellow with dandelion flowers.  On Day 508 of the daily new poems our poet Lynn White clocks a field of sunshine … Dandelion clocks The field was yellowwith dandelion flowersonly a week ago.A field of sunshine.I caught it at that moment,a moment in time.And now the moment has passed,clocked off,has… Continue reading

Day 507 of the daily new poems, and being April 23rd it is William Shakespeare’s birthday.  The Bard of Avon wrote “In Springtime, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; Sweet lovers love the Spring.”  Stirring stuff.  But let us give ear to our own Spring poet Jenna Plewes; “The swallows… Continue reading

Day 506 of the daily new poems and the dream is of Ireland in Spring.  Our poet is Anne Stewart … Yes, my dream was really something she tells me in her e-mail from Bucharest.‘It was Ireland. Spring. There were castles on green hillsand you drove us across a serpentine river so widethat at first we couldn’t see… Continue reading

Day 505 of the daily new poems; it is Spring and the little birds are searching for somewhere to make a nest … Bird box High on the wall of the housethe bird box helda clutch of eggs The following yearfor one summerit was living quartersfor a tribe of bumble bees And after thatit stayed emptyfor some… Continue reading