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Spring - No Bling

[Foreword: spring in the UK is delightful 
But it isn’t all sunshine and roses!]

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’tis a word, oft heard, for March, April, May
The crocus enlivens the woodland way
’twas not to be seen only yesterday
Spring is the word that the birds sing today

Weeping the willow tickles the ripples
The angler most keen swigging Scots tipples
For frost isn’t distant there on the bank 
Yet Bream ’neath the branches dance flank to flank

A tail on a golf ball, this is the wren
As an old friend, good to see him again
Venture in sweater to fend sneeze and cough
Yet should the breeze drop, the sweater is off

’tis a word, oft heard, for March, April, May
Spring is the word that the birds sing today

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11 March 2021
Contest: Breath of Spring
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh

Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2021

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P.S. Awtry Date: 3/11/2021 10:46:00 AM Weeping the willow tickles the ripples—great line!—enjoyed the lovely sonnet! Login to Reply Terry Flood Date: 3/11/2021 10:55:00 AM Thank you. As it’s my first ever sonnet (other than a reworded parody) I’m chuffed that you liked it. Terry

Jan Allison Date: 3/10/2021 4:57:00 PM I just adore your take on the spring theme, thanks for the smiles Terry:-) ugs jan xx Login to Reply Terry Flood Date: 3/11/2021 1:09:00 AM Thanks Jan. Risking an N/A as Regina has asked for what might be described as an uplifting, flutter in the heart account of spring. Trouble is even here in the balmy south, my Speedo’s won’t be seeing the light of day for some months yet (in truth... EVER!) Terry.