Fay Slimm.

April Calling

 

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.