On the cusp of spring and summer
Hawthorn hedgerows bloom
And produce their fruity haws
On the cusp of spring and summer
Hawthorn hedgerows bloom
And produce their fruity haws
Hallelujah
Its
spring again
With
warm sunshine
In
between showers of rain
Hallelujah
The
spring is here
It’s
such a joy
All
at once the senses clear
Hallelujah
Spring
has begun
New
life everywhere
All
at once cobwebs are gone
Hallelujah
Its
spring once more
This
one is better
Than
the one we had before
Hallelujah
Its
spring again
Not
so clever
When
you’re caught in the rain
Hallelujah
The
springs nearly over
Bloody
showers
Still
it will soon be summer
Bright sunlight dances across the open water
Glinting
like diamonds in the soft march winds
The
surface occasionally broken by rising fish
Far-reaching ripples expand as a splash rescinds
Without
warning the morning peace is shattered
The
silence broken by breeding ducks in a brace
Flying
and gliding effortlessly in perfect harmony
Until
clumsily hitting the water with a lack of grace
An
intruder and his dog appears on the lakeside path
The
alarm is raised by geese honking frantically
Adult
swans noisily adopt their defensive stance
Huge
wings outspanned and charge dramatically
The
once tranquil scene is lost in a cacophony
All
the nesting wildfowl have now been alerted
The
intruder and his dog disappear along the path
The
peace returns now the danger has been averted
Bright
sunlight again dances across the water
Glinting
like diamonds in the soft march winds
The
surface occasionally broken by rising fish
Nature Reawakened
As
The Long Winter Dies
Naked
Boughs Are Dressed
Spring
Causing Sap To Rise
The
Resounding Birdsong
Fills
Again The April Sky’s
And
The Warming Earth
Releases Daff’s And Narcissi’s
The Snow Queen Banished
To
Slumber Again Unseen
As Mother Nature Paints
Mountain snows thawing
Swollen
rivers causing
Nature
dormant awakening
New
life into breathing
Sprouting
shoots arriving
Early
cherry blossoming
Annual
event occurring
Life’s
cycle repeating
Springtime
refreshing
Simple
senses pleasing
God’s
design believing
Caught in that first instant,
That first take from a
distance
There appeared from the
Woodlands edge
A kind of low misty
apparition
Almost like a cloud of
drifting smoke
Emerging from the tree
line
Of course, when I got closer,
I realized
It was just the flowering
Hawthorn
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...