I always say I don’t know where my poems come from; therefore, I can’t know what is wrong when they don’t come – which they haven’t been for a good while!
Except – maybe I have generally been overthinking Life.
27th March 2021
Now, after Equinox, the higher Sun
Beglints the sea yet more tempting;
So, when morning sky clears lapis blue,
Wiser humans alter plans.
With senses coffee-sharpened, then,
Obey the lusty beckon of The Sands,
Calling thumpclear and surf-sibilant
Through every open window.
Lanesides wind-bold yellow,
Wherever brave the daffodils and brunts the gorse;
Glad-scented we admiring walk,
Awaying thoughts domestic with every shoreward pace…
No matter how we age,
Never shall we deafen to this oldest call;
Thus, as long as limbs allow,
Same as this day,
Lose all, stride in, be at one.
© Christopher Jessop 2021