Spring is Here

Particularly fond, am I, of spring … And while we are rather past the winter/spring transition to which this flight of fancy refers, I thought it prudent to share.  After all, one must not waste words …

Spring is Here

Spring is here;

Brings with it change.

My life and habits



With paddocks closed

Alas, to dry,

Amuse myself in

Stall, must I


With dreams of fresh

Green grass to eat.

I count the days with

Stomping feet.


On warmer days

Bid rugs farewell

And feel sun on

My back a spell.


With joy I revel

In its beams,

As through the window

Pane it streams


Upon my shiny

New spring coat.

Handsome and dark,

But I won’t gloat.


And birds, they sing

Their song so sweet.

“Tweet! Tweet! Tweet! Chirp!

Tweet! Chirp! Tweet! Tweet!”


While buds appear

And set to bloom,

Adorning our great

Garden room.


Yes, I love spring

A time of joy.

Reminds me I’m

A lucky boy.


See you anon at Poet’s Paddock!

Shakespeare “The Equine”

Copyright Aimwell Enterprises 2012

Sonnet XIII … A New Way of Being

Spring hath sprung and with it cometh a new lease on life.

“Springeth me from my box of winter blues, that I might fulfill the measure of my creation!”

Perchance a tad dramatic, yet tis time to embrace a new and more complete way of being in the world.

Anything else is so yesterday.


Sonnet XIII … A New Way of Being

To break out of one’s box, if truth be told,

Is not for faint of heart consumed with fear.

One must desire change; one must be bold

For new and wondrous blessings to appear.

And to this end one day did I aspire,

Embarking on a journey from my slump.

And from my ember rose into a fire

Where I didst gladly test myself, and jump.

With wings of Pegasus o’er course I flew

As heart didst bound with each and every stride.

And burning fire from timid ember grew

Til I no longer could my spirit hide.

Hence when into my box for rest I leapt

My heart no longer faint thus soundly slept.


See you anon in Poet’s Paddock!

Shakespeare “The Equine”

Copyright Aimwell Enterprises 2012

Sonnet VI — The Path

"As particles of thought the fluffy cloud ..."

In Poet’s Paddock I have a lot of time to muse. Herewith my thoughts on life’s path, whatever we choose it to be.

Sonnet VI

Moments drift in light throughout the day

As particles of thought the fluffy cloud

That shifts and changes ever on its way

Unveiling our truth beneath the shroud.

I ponder this as to my lips I press

Sweet tender hay the harvest hath procured

From summer’s field where once twas verdant grass;

When cut and baled its purpose is assured.

With every moment life gives spirit shape

Well-rounded, square or twisted, it’s our choice.

The journey leads to love or conjures hate

Revealed in the heart and through the voice.

My wish for thee — take care the path you choose,

For moments we embrace our journeys prove.


See you anon in Poet’s Paddock …

Shakespeare “The Equine”

Copyright Aimwell Enterprises 2012