Bird Song

The day after Imbolc
how joyously the birds
sing for Spring.

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Lowlife

Some mindless lowlife seemed to think it fun
to strip the budding daffodils from
the grassed corner of the road, every last stem,
and scatter them across the grass to die,
depriving passers-by of springtime joy.
I salvaged what I could and now
they stand in joyful golden glory
in a blue vase in my living room.

January Joy 26

Finding joy
when it is raining again;
it’s the rain that makes this
such a green and pleasant land.

January Joy 25

Up, up and away;
daughter flying home today.
Joy that she came,
but sad now she’s gone.
Won’t see her again until May.

January Joy 15

More snow.
It gives me joy to see
the large flakes falling.
No more now, it’s thawing!

January Joy 9

A pair of magpies on the lawn;
“One for sorrow, two for joy….”

January Joy Day 2

Joyful January Image

Birds flitting back and forth to the feeders
bring joy on yet another grim, damp day.

Eskimo Song

The great sea has set me in motion,
Set me adrift,
And I move as a weed in the river.

The arch of the sky
And mightiness of storms
Encompasses me,
And I am left
Trembling with joy.

An Eskimo Song quoted in ‘Walking the Healing Labyrinth’ by Helen Raphael Sands

Listen

Clear blue sky above,
thrush singing the joy of spring.
I sit and listen.

Birthday

Twelve months ago
my Grandson was born,
twelve whole months of joy.
Today is his birthday —
one year old, and my goodness,
how he has grown!

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