A Morning In Spring
Hundreds of snowdrops
Flowering under old trees
Cold horses awaiting
Their food to be brought
Paint-flaking windows
Reflecting thin sunlight
Large piles of wood chopped
To warm up the freeze
Cows at the farm-gate
With milk-swollen udders
Birdsong awakening
An old hive of bees
Arthritic limbs crackle
The old cat’s awake now
One eye open
A paw stretched
Assessing the scene
Copyright © Liz Walsh | Year Posted 2010
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