Bluebell frillary
Shoots of Barley on the hillcrest field
Wet dripping barbed wire
Silver slivers of cold Spring light
Through a disorder of branches
A palette of greens
Smatterings of shade
Brown muddy boots
And from everywhere
Birdsong
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Still beautiful.
“Silver slivers of cold Spring light
Through a disorder of branches”
Love this phrase. Paul and his sensitive poetry and verse gets me every time!
Thanks Debra
Every line is a treat. I especially love ‘wet dripping barbed wire’. The image conjured for me in this one line is a story in itself. The whole, a delight to read.
Cheers!