Spring
in Llangammarch:
Every house
a nest.
The cool air,
a wash of song;
The river,
a sighing.
Even in rain,
The sun enfolded
bright
In the heads
of daffodils.
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Spring in Llangammarch
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April notes
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged green, lost in musing, Poetry, seasons, Sping, time on April 26, 2011| 2 Comments »
April notes.
I
Leaves,
Tongues,
Unfurl to taste
The spring air.
A thousand dialects of green
Singing in the sunlight,
Floating on the breeze.
Whispering,
Rising,
Rustling.
II
Summer settles in.
Hedgerows all green at last:
Elm and ash awake, unfurl.
The first, fierce flash of flowering
Subdued and melted,
Satisfied and seeded;
Dandelions exhale upon
The warmed air.
Skylarks dissolve
Into the high blue,
Swallows sift
The thickening air.
Days
Expand and relax,
Warmth radiates
Into the evenings.
Spring saunters away,
Humming,
Stopping to smell
The blossoms of May –
Creamy tide of spice,
Her footsteps
Fast covered
And
Fading.
simonhlilly 