I don't think I ever wrote that I won The Inkpen Aurthoress's poetry contest way back in April. I intended to share the poem I wrote, and now I shall, finally. As a prize I received a beautiful painting illustrating my poem of a cow and maiden in a field of buttercups.
A Change of Season
By Felicity Deverell
Spring, like autumn, brings
Changes to the air;
Cold still bites one sharply,
But pleasanter and clear.
No regard 'ny more
For chill nipping frost,
Such things come to nothing
'Fore flowers and are lost.
The days arise 'neath
A cerulean sky,
Old southern winds die with
A voluntary sigh.
And a lark lingers
Where black clouds once were,
Rejoicing with every
Wing-beat the springtime stir.
A Change of Season
By Felicity Deverell
Spring, like autumn, brings
Changes to the air;
Cold still bites one sharply,
But pleasanter and clear.
No regard 'ny more
For chill nipping frost,
Such things come to nothing
'Fore flowers and are lost.
The days arise 'neath
A cerulean sky,
Old southern winds die with
A voluntary sigh.
And a lark lingers
Where black clouds once were,
Rejoicing with every
Wing-beat the springtime stir.
