Ronnie McGinn's Poetry Page

Poetry has been going on as long as human speech; it has engaged the interest of large numbers of people for many centuries; it has tempted devoted men and women away from worldly success and it has won the passionate concern of men and women of all kinds and in all countries.

Yet spite of its longevity it is always new and refreshing, take for example our poem this week from Gerard Coughlan of Cork who lightens our dull recessional days with a lovely thought inspiring and hopeful poem

Spring

Birds,
Whistle on the wing
Like us,
They sense the subtlety of Spring;
A vague frisson of movement
Amongst hedgerows, shrub and bush,
Yellow, pallid things
Turning reassuringly green lush
And light
Dear Light!
Stretches the day
Like movement of an awakening child -
Suddenly realising
That it's morning
And the jigsaw fields
Are waiting
Unexplored and wild.

© Gerard Coughlan