Spring  

     

See the bluebells listening in the wood

A bike gliding by silently on the path

Robins, blue tits and thrush

Singing right above

Root fingers clutch the steep bank

Holding a massive, gnarled tree safe

Children clamber up, swing on a hanging rope

Chatter excitedly, joyful, laughing

Cherry blossom, glowing white faces

Dark green ivy covering tree trunks

Standing proudly looking down

Fresh tree leaves starting a new canopy

Below, the stream gurgles, entertains

The shining stones, water glistening

Darting down the steep bank

Delicate new branches stretch, weaving above 

Chiffchaff softly chirping ‘goodnight’

The sky changes, light to darker blue and grey

A squirrel flashes across the setting sun

Catching my eyes, vanishes behind a trunk 

Dusk comes, the birds fall silent, children gone now,   

Runners on the path leaving footsteps in the air  

The evening wind murmurs through the trees

Rustling leaves as the sun disappears 

 © Christopher

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