Copleston Chronicle First half of Spring Term 2013 — Issue 27
Garden & Allotment Project How January Is Propelled To Spring Chill January’s snow falls thick and fast Propelled by blinding blizzard’s biting blast, So soft white blankets bind the earth for days, Though spring means drifts shall not lie long nor last. Bleak January’s rain falls hard and long Impelled by fierce Atlantic gales, full strong So even mighty oaks bow in their wake Till fury fades to calm in spring’s sweet song. Wild January’s storms shall shed their sting, Repelled by sun, as winter spins to spring, So kinder, temperate breezes gently blow To melt the snow, that all the fields can sing. Mean January’s curse will never stay, Dispelled by hopes of ever-lengthening day, So gardens don spring coats of cheerful hues As colour’s charm returns where all was grey. Cruel January’s cloak of white shall yield, Compelled to turn to green in springtime’s field, So leaping lambs can clothe the hills again And cattle quit the comfort of the bield. Grim January’s gloom will end, by mirth Expelled, as warmth returns to cheer the earth, So birds will nest and leaves begin to spring And dormant buds burst, bearing brand-new birth. Harsh January’s coldness is compelled To change, as dismal drabness is expelled. Repelled by spring, impelled, the frost must flee; So, doubts dispelled, to warmth we are propelled.
C Richard Miles
Published on Mar 20, 2013