Mother's Pub

The pub has central heating
But it’s the fire
Flickering in blues and yellows
That warm my bones , and attempts
To warm my heart

The damp and chill
Of this spring day
Is acceptable, albeit,
With fingers entwined, around,
Hot coffee.

Unlike the fall
With it’s portent of
Inhospitable cold
Spring is endured – even welcomed
The precursor of summer.

The harbinger
Of long hot days,
Girls in summer frocks,
Boys in muscle tees,
The smell of suntan lotion – permeating the air.

Even summer’s sweat is
Clean and fresh,
Visited upon tanned limbs,
Running rivulets down lithe bodies

Spring whispers
Of life to come – but
Summer cries out
Life has arrived.
Life in full and complete glory

A moment
A time
A witness ,
God’s covenant renewed.

Bill Schatzabel – April 12th, 2008