Springtime, you lover of country lanes
whose five bar gates through bulging
hawthorn of creamy blossom lead.
To verdant pasture's rejoice of springing
newborn lamb and nervous calf's enquiry.
A lonely bumble bee loiters over surprise
of late daffodil by the old grey lock
where young boys netted and ready wield
jars of frogspawn bounty and glee.
Early duckling parade with proud mum
through raining of blossom upon the breeze.
And now into the cool of woodland glimmer
where subdued carpet of wildest garlic
welcomes bluebell lush - there is magic here.
Tip-toe through and out onto agriculture's heartland,
plain, a land of muck spread nostrils taint
laboured and drilled to feed our land a plenty
Homeward then over style by lane side trickling ditch
bathed in the glory of cuckoo flower delight
a tease for orange tip butterfly's lilt.
All things i shall miss over this springtime of viral restraint.
Though yet I dream, recollect where, springtimes past were spent.
Youth of springtime manhood came and flowered in the light.
Forward looking, join me all, for next year - a summer's fete.
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dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Written in April 2020 when we had just entered lockdown with ghusto. Little did we know that here in 2022 we would still be plagued with this pandemic. Our elders and the vulnerable still wary of catching any strain of this mass killer covid. In 2020 I looked forward to 2021 being able to roam the spring countryside, sadly it was not to be.
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This reminded me of my childhood weekly visiting my grandparents farm and playing with cousins in the pasture, stream and fields. Very nostalgic for me.
Ah great one here Dusk. Very enjoyable. And lotsssssss of wild garlic this year!
Your selection of springtime treasures in hedgerow and lane is stunningly good dear Dusk and am doubly grateful for another helping of Nature's plenty from your gifted pen.
A wonderful description of spring. I can imagine walking through English countryside seeing and smelling these scenes. Thank you.
The beautiful scenery and the memories priceless to ears…it has been tough times, it is still dark….but hope and beauty in your poetry shall come again revive…beautiful dear dusk….
So true d a.
Andy
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