Bluebells & Hyacinth Smells

Poem By steven turner

Blue bells, hyacinth smells
Snow drops, bunny hops
Bird song, all night long
Daffodils on window cills
Morning sun, everyone
Cracking smiles, walking miles
Crocus heads in flower beds
Grasses grow, the seasons flow
Winter inter spring
Spring inter summer
Singing;
Blue bells, hyacinth smells
Rose hips, two lips
Lovers leap, chicks cheap
Blue skies, hover flies
Long day, children play
Far away, clouds build
Winds chilled, a leaf falls
Tomorrow calls
Another day, so they say
And then snowmen
Wooly hats, purring cats
Logs burn, cogs turn
Fire place, slower pace
Shivers run till the thaws come
Warm coats, sore throats
Dark nights, frost bites
Cosy bed, cuddles instead
Shoots form, rays warm
Blue bells, hyacinth smells
She sells sea shells
New page, old age
Tired out, can't shout
Lay down, don't frown
Go to sleep, not a peep
Goodbye now, kisses brow
Moon hides, new tides
Baby cries, wipe its eyes
Sunshines, better times
Blue bells, hyacinth smells.

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