SPRINGTIME IN PHILADELPHIA

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SPRINGTIME IN PHILADELPHIA

It's springtime in Philadelphia 

And the daffodils are in bloom

Sunshine can be seen again 

From the windows of each room.

The sky is blue with wispy clouds of white

And warmth is in the air again,

Spring blossoms grace the streets once more

And sometimes showers of spring rain,

The seasons now are changing 

Bringing joy to a special heart

There's been an aching and a longing

For spring days to finally start.

There is digging, weeding and planting

And soon new growth will appear

Beautiful flowers and garden herbs

Hearts to encourage and cheer,

So many miles from Philadelphia 

Autumn is showing her face,

The days are getting shorter 

And winter is coming apace.

Autumnal days and hours,

Leaves of every hue

There is a chill in the air this morning

And a very heavy dew.

Temperatures are much the same 

On both sides of the world

But here in Adelaide leaves are falling

For you tiny buds uncurled.

I bless the changing of the seasons

And the sharing from the heart

Of all the joys and pleasures 

Of which these seasons are a part.

I long for cooler weather

Relief from summer haze

While your heart is yearning 

For the warmth of summer days.

Iced tea in the garden for you,

Lazy days upon the shore,

Hot chocolate and fireside for me

I could not wish for more.

You will read your books beside the sea

Under shelter from the sun

Days will be long and lazy

Children playing  having fun.

I'll find a fireside chair and curl up

My book, my coffee and a cake

Oh how I love the changing seasons

And the joys that they make.

We are blessed to see another season

Of change and nature's growth 

With thankful hearts we welcome 

The changes for us both.

For Joseph in Philadelphia 

© Linda J. Vaughan

10th. April 2013 in Adelaide.

A NORTHERN HEMISPHERE SPRINGTIME

A NORTHERN HEMISPHERE SPRINGTIME

The daffodils are blooming

And spring is in the air,

The sky above is bluer

And days are fine and fair

I think of you so often

And wish that I was there.

Know that my thoughts are with you

And that I send my care.

I wish that I could share your springtime

And the flowers as they bloom,

But I have a photograph

Which sits across my room.

In my imagination I see you walking

With pansies at your feet

A spring in your step and a smile

For those you happen to meet.

I feel the sense of wonder

When spring is all around

A sense of coming home

Where joy and peace is found.

My thoughts are with you as you walk

And take in all the scene

A very special season

When grass again is green.

May your heart be wonder filled

As you touch the dark brown earth,

The miracle of springtime,

A special time of rebirth.

May snowdrops ring their tiny bells 

And the daffodils be straight and strong,

May the spring time music play

And may you hear it's song.

© Linda J. Vaughan

15th. March 2012

SPRING GARDEN

SPRING GARDEN

I walked today in spring’s damp garden

And saw the violets in bloom.

A fresh cool breeze caressed me

And I smelled the sweet perfume.

The daffodils were dancing

And bending as I passed

The heady scent of hyacinths

Gave me memories to last.

White petals from the blossom

Of the old faithful almond tree

An avenue of blossoms pink

As far as the eye could see.

The days are getting longer

And perfume is in the air

The roses are in bud at last

And days are clear and fair.

It is time for planting of seedlings

Tomatoes and lettuce and such

Setting blossoms will soon become

The sweetest of summer fruit.

Springtime brings us changes

As the seasons come and go

I will always remember the violets

And the perfume that I know.

Linda J. Vaughan

September 2^nd. 2004

CYMRU

CYMRU

There is a stirring in my soul

To walk again the Welsh Hills,

To see the gentle snowdrops

And the glorious daffodils.

To spend time again in the Valleys

Where the miners no longer toil,

To stand and breathe the fresh air

Which mines can no longer spoil.

My car wears the “Dragon”

And my desk the Welsh Flag.

No more mountains of refuse

No more hills of mining slag.

“Land of my Fathers

Whose glories are told

By bard and by minstrel

Who loved thee of old”

I love her rugged coastline

Her gentle sheep clad hills,

And my heart rejoices

When I see her daffodils.

Maybe one day I shall grasp the courage

To travel back once more ~

To stand upon her coast line

To open memory’s door.

When I feel her winds caress me

And her songs lull me to sleep

I know that I shall be happy

And that I shall surely weep.

© Linda J. Vaughan (nee Thomas)

24th. March 2004

Posting this on St. David's Day as memory stirs.

SUNSHINE YELLOW

© Keen to be Seen

SUNSHINE YELLOW

  

Yellow is the sunshine

On days when skies are clear,

Fluffy little ducklings

Walking without fear.

Bananas growing on the vine

Lemons on the tree,

Golden and delicious apples

Picked especially for me.

Fresh eggs collected from the hens

With sunshine yellow yolks

Wheat ripening in the fields

Brings special joy to folks.

Daffodils in springtime

Pure magic to my soul,

Special blossoms in my garden

Making me feel whole.

A candle flame at evening

A rose whose name is "Peace"

Yellow brings to me such joys

I hope will never cease.

© Linda J. Vaughan

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"Oh, you can colour my world with sunshine yellow each day!
Oh, you can colour my world with happiness all the way!"