April Calling.
Such a rising it makes
when Spring dries Winter\'s
whiskers on sap\'s shawl to wrap
round its first daffodil,
when snowdrop faces
grow whitest in tree-shade
and big clumps of wild thrift flank
cliffs with pink cladding.
Such winging in skies
when feathers compete to feed
tiny beaks with needed live slivers
and widest mouths filled,
when change creeps into
bare hedges to lay first claim
in rearing velvet-sword foxglove
no small bloom suffers.
Such clamour it is when
day\'s light climbs full length
of dawn sky and warm sun bends
to tune bluebell trumpets,
when nature\'s rank scent
turns rapacious April calling
adds wake-up to opening races
where dash is favoured.
Such a rising everything makes.