The Coming of Spring
With winter’s end thankfully imminent
The fresh air of spring soon becoming
Blackbird and the Thrush in noble song
Bumble Bee alone busily humming.
Along avenues of scented Lilacs
Dry stone walls mingle with the dawning
Scattered seeds laze in welcome sunshine
Hosts of yellow heads acclaim the morning.
Pussy Willow caress the embankment
Sweet Bluebells across the valley chime
Fragrant hedgerow vibrate to dawn’s tune
Once more adding to the memoir of time.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2011
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