John Clare. But first some crocuses in Crowcroft Park today.
Young Lambs - John Clare
The spring is coming by a many signs;
The trays are up, the hedges broken down
That fenced the haystack, and the remnant shines
Like some old antique fragment weathered brown.
And where suns peep, in every sheltered place,
The little early buttercups unfold
A glittering star or two - till many trace
The edges of the blackthorn clumps in gold.
And then a little lamb bolts up behind
The hill, and wags his tail to meet the yoe;
And then another, sheltered from the wind,
Lies all his length as dead - and lets me go
Close by, and never stirs, but basking lies,
With legs stretched out as though he could not rise.
6 comments:
I envy you crocuses!
You really are celebrating, aren't you? I experienced spring once, I was fascinated by the tiny, baby new leaves on the trees.
Hayden,
I love spring flowers. I go on about them every year I know but, well, they're SPRINGY!! Wey hey!!!!!!!! New growth, new colour, new year hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmmmmmmmmmmm....
G,
I really appreciate living in these northern latitudes and in the UK we mostly manage to get four full seasons. Guyana must be seasonal too or is it just different types of hot and wet? I'll google Guyanese weather, see what it's about.
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spring IS a tonic - after the long slog through the despairing winter -
That is a very nice poem and once again...beautiful clear capture of nature's bounty Dan.
Hayden,
You're absolutely right. Let's banish the winter, show it the door, say not au revoir but goodbye and hail the Spring.
Wind,
When does spring begin in Canada? Are you lot, living on your massive continent still bound up with snow and ice and stuff? The great thaw must surely be on the way by now. Either way, you've got all of this to come, hurrah!
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