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At last, a thrilling warmth and milk-fresh light
Announce the illimitable fullness of spring;
It’s there in the magpie’s rat-a-tat flight
And the terror the squirrel’s leap can bring.
Verge
grass and spring wheat gyrate in the wind
Dislodging
the greedy linnet; unfriendly gorseMuskily blooms whilst irises, determined
As barmaids, loll, magnificently coarse.
Meringue-like
cumulus wanders the sky
Worrying
the chattering bluebells below;Damp banks like biers where the dead daffodils lie
Will be purged for new growth by the groundsman’s hoe.
A
seawater dusk displays Venus’ pearl:
Since
nipping dawn men have been fraught as bees;Now, placid pigeons roost among leaves whose furl
Glows goldenly in the draining sun’s lees.
Not
all is beauty: the rough-skinned dock swells
Grossly,
leprous and kibbled, and spleenwortSpoils all; but the laburnum’s butter-curl bells
Are cheerful, and forget-me-not is pert.
The
pink emulsioned jay and bouncy wren
Fuss
for their young: girls in their summer showRipen for mating, root-making, children;
Their men sweat and provide; but if they sow
Shall
they reap? Vainglory tempts them to the hill’s peak:
If
crossed, will they return with what they seek?
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© May 2012