March 2015

And a young pheasants’s fancy turns also to thoughts of Spring…

Pheasant sings his heart.
She, almost invisible,
listens, sees, chooses.

(27/03/15)

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With each day, it seems, Spring makes new inroads…

Mont bretia is back.
New shoots feather the bright glade.
Soft breeze strokes the nap.

(20/03/15)

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And all of a sudden, it’s here….

Gorse and daffodils:
over-night bright profusion.
Spring’s opening move.

(13/03/15)

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Definite change in the air…

Spring came this morning.
Rummaged through last year’s cast-offs.
Chose fresh, new, green clothes.

(06/03/15)

 

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