Rising.
Such a rising it makes
when Spring
dries winter's whiskers
on sap's shawl
then calls with its very
first daffodil.
When snowdrops' faces
grow white-tall
and race the clumps of
wild pink thrift
which, daisying cliffs,
flank the moor.
When sun warms spears
of rain-green grass
and berry- vines crawl
to spawn new
shoots for an autumn's
black- fruiting.
Such feathering of days
when wings
compete to fill beaks with
thin slivers
shaped by parental fight
for tiny offspring.
When changes creep thru
each hedge and
lay quick claim to waking
bloom-buds that,
sleeping softly in fox-glove
velvet find life again.
Such clamour it is when
day's new light
climbs full length the sky
and streams rush
to clear room for wood's
bluebell ripening.
When nature's rank smell
turns rapacious
and March's voice pipes to
start wake-up tunes
Spring flowers soon pick
up the pace.
Such rising it all makes.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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A fine write Fay. Yet I knew I shouldn't have put away my long-johns just yet (ooh! lol).
A great tribute to the most exciting season.
You just nailed Spring dear poet in the nicest of possible ways.. with a brush loaded with words and colours and scents and sounds and tastes to delight each of our senses... I have found tomorrows inspiration.... Neville
I love Spring! You've captured the imagery perfectly 🙂
The wonder of springtime made glorious with your fine words here today.
Yes, the re-birth of our beloved 'taken for granted' natural world is the most wonderful time of year. Made more rewarding when one stops to observe and think about the wonder of it all, as prompted by you today.
I'm looking forward to that time brief time when the grasses and foliage turn everywhere into a verdant lushness before the sun begins to bleach and sap. Ho-hum!
THANKS FAY : For a perfect picture and a wonderful Ode to the visual & aural Joys of a West Country Spring : O YES I remember it well. We often had a Cottage in Devon / Cornwall at Easter ! NZ is a Paradise but Poems like yours & Brians Quartet on the Seasons (especially the SNOWMAN) have made me homesick ! Thanks for sharing : My Poem tomorrow is about the taste of New Zealand Lamb with a Recipe !
Love through shared experiences ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡
Its 7:30 am (Thursday) here : just catching up on MPS !
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