Daily Archives: April 19, 2016

The elf of Spring


the elf has risen from her downy sleep.
peeking around corners
she defines the shadows with her lively morning light.
with her magic she halts the wind, plays with it,
directs it to clinging autumn leaves that winter left behind,
watching them flitter thinly to the ground,
to prepare for the next generation.

her green fingers raise primrose posies to lift our spirits,
but sometimes she beats a cheeky retreat, hiding for a day or more,
tricking us with a thin, brindled imitation of winter.

disguised by a grey skies and a sheet of rain
she spies on emerging buds
as they quiver, in anticipation of her smiling face.
we wait, irritated by her disappearance,
but her shimmering return brings instant forgiveness,
as the trumpeting daffodils make way
for blooms of every cheerful shade and shape.

safe from winter’s killing chill,
fresh petals wriggle free of their unfurling siblings,
bursting from their wombs of baby green
they dance and sway in gratitude to the sun’s rays,
gratefully celebrating the birth of Spring.

©Jane Paterson Basil

#atozchallenge Purple and pink


My protaganist liked pretty paper and ink;scroll-307482_960_720
she purchased purple paper and pens in pink.biro-149
Poppy was a poet and a pauper to boot –
and she prayed that her poems would bring in loot.
She petitioned the publisher she prized the most
by popping her precious poems in the post.scroll-307482_960_720
The publisher perused the pages from Poppy                                     biro-149
but he refused to print a single copy,
pronouncing it was pointless to produce
a paperback that served no proper use.
Poor Poppy had penned her poems in pink,scroll-307482_960_720
and purple paper swallows up that shade of ink;                biro-149
perhaps she hadn’t pegged that the sheets appeared blank,
but the publisher perceived it as a petty prank.

©Jane Paterson Basil