Spring splashes colour on a landscape so bare.
The birdsong shrill fills the mild morning air.
Sun slivers slice through the leaves overhead
And tinge the dull greyness with brightness instead.
Light chases darkness and warmth blankets cold.
The new season emerges both busy and bold.
A new picture is painted in pigments so bright
Toned by shy snowdrops in swathes of pure white.
Squirrels scuttle and peep from the tops of tall trees
as a sparrowhawk watches the dance of the bees.
Foxes and badgers forage, famished, for food,
while pigeon calls echo across the dense wood.
The rivers and meadows, the mountains and vales,
flaunt beauty and life as the winter’s grip pales.
This mastery of nature, such talent, such flare.
Bold brushstrokes of colour on a canvas so bare.
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Author:
T. Boston (
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Comments2
well written,
thanks for sharing
Thanks for taking the time to read it and to comment
Is it just me, or are squirrels going mad collecting this year. Should I be hibernating early, cos animals usually know these things.
They are going mad. Might well b e a sign of what's in store this winter.
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