This is the week where the leaves unfurl
where the blossom excels
where frog spawn becomes tadpoles
where the sun is warm at noon
but the evenings are cool and you throw on another woolly sweater.
The Labyrinth
Above the grassy labyrinth
Wood browns flirt and flutter in pairs
Catching rays of gold
On mottled wings.
So new life emerges
Playful and coquettish
To fly and suck
On summer's nectars.
The struggle from
The winter's binding
Strengthening flight
And damp moss perfumes
Dappled sunlight.
While blackbirds claim
Old Territories and sing.
A spring haze that makes a
watercolour painting of trees
Bathes pink and soft green tops on sky stretched
branches.
The land wakens with misty light and water gives
growth
As hill and mountain overflow with bubbling
springs.
Late afternoon still air glows rose on lazy
strollers
And the chill sends them indoors to
slump
Contentedly in front of smokey wood burning
fires.
