An English Spring Ramble

Spring is here in every new budding leaf that flourishes beneath this vast expansive sky of baby blue. Wild pink cherry in blossom by the road covers soft yellow daffodils on show, fav’rite colours in a nursery hue. Push’d into this expectant painted world first lambs, tails unfurled wobble under udders in fields of green. Along hedgerows where I slowly amble, deep within the ancient knotted bramble Tree Sparrows flitter and twitter unseen. Walking with my eyes and heart wide open silent words unspoken, the wayside has its own story to tell. The wild birds’ spring symphony holds me standing here beneath the sunlit cherry looking through branches at a clear blue sky.