With every passing day
The spring sunshine
Is singing longer
On each blade of grass
A dozen bells ring
Awakening the sleeping
The voices of the birds
Are getting louder
Rejoicing winter is over
New lambs are born
Coming with hope
Everything will be okay
Along the twisted path
Passing mountains tall
Pink blossom confetti guides
Down in the village
Travellers are coming
But go as the wind changes
From my window sill
Flowers have returned
Friends old and new
With a pencil I write
Trusty tea at my side
Pondering life is beautiful
© Fi S. J. Brown
*Every time I drink oolong tea I feel relaxed and inspired to write poetry inspired by Southeast Asia.