Leaves crackle and rot

Revelling in their decay

Soon to be compost




Tulip buds bursting

In bright fresh April sunlight

Spring is surely here




We walk hand in hand

Purple carpet before us

Along Bluebell Wood




Frozen soil snapped tight

Against winters’ icy grip

Waiting for the thaw



It kept on raining

Soft drumming relentlessly

Bringing welcome sleep



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