Pause For Poetry:
Michael Hawkes /77
Spring
A poem by Michael Hawkes
As one looks up through budding leaves
It’s hard to think of poisoned air,
Then dazzled by the blue beyond
It’s hard to entertain despair.
With bluebells blooming at one’s feet
Where yesterday the hoar frost lay,
One can’t imagine global heat
Could damage spring in any way.
As cardinals call with resolution,
Confident they’ll win a mate,
One can’t believe that foul pollution
May clamp and seal the songbird’s fate.
Having seen such fine perfection
Preceded many times before,
One just assumes, without reflection,
It will be so for evermore.
18/5/24 – Hawkes
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Michael Hawkes is a survivor of all the world’s wars. He learned (and loved to rhyme) by torturing the hymns he had to sing at school. A retired West Coast fisherman living in Montreal since 2013, he is an unschooled Grandpa Moses writing an average of five poems every week.
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This poem should make everyone pause and reflect.