Accents of Spring.
Spring giggles its ascension
transforming to an ocean of coral.
A visible silence erupts diminishing darkness
to a sea of Gypsies kisses.
Signature gossamer petals
swallow a black, bored Winter.
Ground Elder, Bluebells, Ferns...fossilise
in undergrowth of unimaginable colours,
the sweetness of the Cowslip
rings like pearls of wind-bells.
Morning Glory’s flirt with my trellis
brooches bursting with hues.
Veils of dew sweep over tiny trophies,
like a bride’s nickel-silver train.
Rivers of Aubrietas ripple over
bumps of coppery stones,
a new showcased is delivered.
Scents pulse to the beats of my heart.
I hear the throb of Heather,
as Lavenders puff perfume,
brush-stroking light blue air.
A poet’s rendezvous, a landscape of confectionary,
Spring...a priceless Sapphire,
ready to polish.
Bluetit’s tiny beaks,
never ending letter boxes.
Woodpecker Tommy-guns a
Tulips of yellow over shade Japonica’s
green foliage, now a frock of lime.