From this mornings wet and very misty morning, comes this piece below out of the sheer joy of the peace and quiet and wonder of living close to the super woods a couple of miles from my home.
The Glory of the April Woodlands
Thick misty rain at seven o’clock this morning
Time to leave home for our weekend run
Damp with dewdrops my nose tip adorning
We needed rain and should not be scorning
Value nature study now without the sun
The greater the effort the higher the prize
When Bluebells bloom and we are blessed
A purple carpet on which to feast our eyes
As slowly to their highest height they rise
Early still and they have not reached their best
Drawing one’s eyes away to the distant sight
The moving mauve of a million wild flowers
Swaying with a gentle breeze today so light
Above, the canopy of green leaves seems bright
Top lighting the richness of the glowing bower
Soon to be overpowered by the blueness here
Wood Anemones tremble their wee white petals
Closed, asleep, hoping this misty time will clear
Wait to open its face up toward the sun to veer
Its fate to hide beneath where settle nettles
Primroses
lie around in clusters on the banks
Cowslips
and tiniest velvet Violets there
Birds
sing their little hearts out to give thanks
As
summers engine up to full steam cranks
Winter
gone, a country walk or run we can share
How
few see this free gift of flowery treasure
Breathe this perfumed air and let imagination blaze
Take some time to come out here to measure
Time wasted frittering away our moments of leisure
To
amble through our woodlands deep blue haze
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