BEGINNINGS.
Morning's mist unrolls to boost
a sapphire-blue roof.
Shining above warmer footings
of luminous movement
dawn brooms out grey reducing
night's cloudy hood
and time allowed I arise to use
given chances, commune
with nature as changes produce
from nakedness Beauty.
So I am away to spot birthings
of green, to unearth
modest beginnings of early
thrusting thru' thirsty
need of Spring-coating bare
moorland, to stare
in awe as re-growth prepares
from cold winter's lair
festival beds, places where
Flora's combed hair
spreads its ribbons of rarity.
I intend to be there
when snowdrop gems' rare
show is shared
with no other disturbance
to fanfare's first
shy pale-faced uncurlings.
There's nothing like mingling
with Springtime's beginnings.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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A fine write Fay. Wish we could wake without icy blasts some days. Surely that wasn't our Summer just gone - that heatwave?!
Agreed Orchi. the summer needs to come soon and quell these cold winds. Thanks for the comment.
I love your walks showing us England's spring with such beautiful verse.......
Ah - - walks can bring us into very close contact with nature dear Lorna - - watching for the unusual we can see all sorts of happenings. So glad you enjoyed the read.
Very true Fay, cracking last too lines.
Ah - so pleased you enjoyed the final couplet dear Goldi - - yes - -we can get much out of mingling with fresh secrets of Spring's growth.
Oops two.
spring! the best time of the year!
Yes it is a sure winner for me is beautiful bountiful Spring - -thanks for the lovely comment Paul.
A truly beautifully written poem, my dear Fay, that evokes our senses to appreciate nature and its surroundings!
Youāre so spot on with...
āThereās nothing like mingling
with Springtimeās beginningsā.
~Laura~
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