19th May 2008
Spring colours fade fast against golden evenings
Sunsets come on light skies to our hearts leavenings
Growth vies eminently upward into clear skies glooming
20 apple trees in unison are cloaked in pink blooming
While 10 golden laburnums sit longing for a still day
I shall take my joy in every sound and sight I may
A thick bed of bluebells carpets a moist, loamy dell
A robin sings a story the wisest may seek to tell
I see a world where an enchanted being inhabits
Prideful sprite or elf, or just soft magical rabbits
There are no boundaries in this wondrous world
For all is a reminder of the great peace unfurled
If dissonance strikes like the thunder of harmony
No matter the hurt you cannot win with parsimony