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.
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Fay Slimm. (
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Such a calling that invokes words strewn together to warm the cockles of mere mortals of the literary world like us - is what your prose has so done.
A fine write Fay.
Beautiful words Fay showing Spring at its finest.
Andy
'Such winging in skies
when feathers compete to feed
tiny beaks with needed live slivers
and widest mouths filled,'..
amount of corvids I have seen due to covid 'forcibly' gifting me time, to take-in my natural surroundings, especially black-billed magpies' with decadent blue and green tinted - shimmering, black wings
as a wondrous contrast to their pristine white bodies, has been such an unexpected positive this past few weeks, in my all grey London: of overt Pigeon - abundance, lol..
another great read dear Fay,
'come April, we beseech thee: bless us
with your rejuvenating Spring'
And the sun is shining and all's well with the world - well certainlyin my bit of it. Fine write as always Fay.
And the sun is shining and all's well with the world - well certainlyin my bit of it. Fine write as always Fay.
Lovely 🙂🙂
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