based on a Welsh poem called ‘Y Gwenci’ (The Weasel) by R Williams Parry, that I liked very much (content and poetry) in my childhood. I stood transfixed (not knowing I was watched)
Greening hawthorn, lush thick meadow, willow tinged with greenish-yellow, from the earth now leaves emerging softly-edged mosaic-like covering for the bank, as yet anonymous,