Saturday, 11 April 2015

See How Spring Comes

See how Spring comes!

Not gentle but with welly

Overturning Winter's deadening hand


The lilac that winterwise

Served only to hold the bird feeders

Is decked in green

And swelling fit to burst!

I LOVE it, don't you

When it's a joy to walk in

The woods again, and even the most ancient of the beeches

Is putting out? And beneath, anenomes

Bluebells and violets spread a carpet

That I marvel at, and scarcely dare to tread

So beautiful, all of this, and

Ah! Yes! I am thrown back

Into the dream of youth when

SPRING was my only season.



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