Wednesday, 30 March 2011

Spring

under the willow, the rain has left its tears
in the yellow faces of the daffodils.

along the lane, the blackthorn shivers with blossom,
and with its song of many colours,
the skylark loses itself in the sky.

a fug of midges fester by the hedgerows,
translucent in the sunlight.  when I get home,
my jumper smells like horses and the spring air.

3 comments:

bythewobblydumdumtree said...

What a cornucopia of images. This is beautiful.

Mark Sargeant said...

Thanks Libby, for your kind words. I'm pleased you enjoyed it.

Ophelia said...

thank you, Mark for this wonderful
opening ceremony into Spring...
so visual and fragrant.