Tuesday, 1 April 2014

April is no Fool

Time moves on – I flip my chart
From March to April – a new start
Thirty days before me spread
With increased sunlight overhead.

Nature blossoms on all sides
The coastlines fear the strong spring tides
Nests in leafy hedgerows trill
The early worm an easy kill.

Tree litter roughly cast aside
Now on the move as insects hide
New grass and nettles, Shepherd’s Purse
And Shaggy Soldier all converse

Along the sunlit woodland floor
Obeying spring’s primeval call
A splash of yellow – aconite
A rash of scillas, bluebells bright.

It’s amazing - everywhere you turn
Your questing eye will soon discern
The thrusting signs of life that crawl
Over cobbles, gates or garden wall.

Winter stamps its foot in rage
As youthful springtime takes the stage,
Cold and Ice are on the run
April, no Fool, has begun!

(c) Poet in the woods 2014

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