Poem 446 – Rising

The sun rises, and with it rise our spirits,
its warmth begins to thaw our dormant souls.
Woken from their winter hibernation,
emerging smiles begin to bud then flower.
Above the bird song swells in volume and richness,
and here below our voices respond in kind.
Funny how all it takes to wash away
the blues are blue skies, blazing with glorious gold.

This week, Spring has sprung.
(06.03.25)

© Ben Quant 2025

Poem 380 – Happiness

The contented sound of bike wheels whirring
The lights remaining green
A slice of toast that’s browned just so
Remembering a dream

Predictive text that gets it right
Recalling someone’s name
A cup of tea that hits the spot
Unwrapping a new game

Holding an audience in my hands
The ridiculous neck of a giraffe
The sound of sparrows playfully squabbling
An innocent toddler’s laugh

A guitar that’s stayed in perfect pitch
Finding the end of the string
This is a list of some my
All time favourite things

Waking up before the alarm
And seeing your face smile
Realising there’s time to look again
And waiting there awhile

When Google reminds me of a memory
I actually want to see
A carefree day that’s spent with you
There’s nowhere I’d rather be

I’ve just finished Harry Baker’s poetry book, ‘Wonderful’. One poem is a list of things that bring him pleasure. Here are some of mine.
(19.12.24)

© Ben Quant 2024
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