Tag: Spring

Pilgrim blue

I cannot let this month slip past like so much dandelion drift without a nod to bluebell woods broad oceans under ancient beech such fragile stemmed parabolas hung with bells as bait for bees violet hues in deep blue shade scentsational is May’s crusade…

This year’s nests

“Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth,    To some good angel leave the rest; For Time will teach thee soon the truth,   There are no birds in last year’s nest!” * A robin is not just for Christmas kitsch cards and rosy redbreast in sentimental snow – this blooded bully with its matador caped chest and eye, beady sharp as scissored beak is salve for wakeful winter midnights compulsive songster…

the quickening

it matters not these stinging raindrops winter’s outrun; the pursuer alights – an insurgent swift as leaping flames roots rally in the rot of litterfall waning embers of smouldering golden reds the ice has given way and fires subside around March, when winds blow by…