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apple blossom time 012


I would tell you to put your ear to the ground

but you would say it is too cold

The birds hear it first

they are of course more in tune than us humans

with our ears clogged 

by traffic and digital fuss and constant

bombardment of mechanical sounds

its far away yet

but approaching bit by bit 

treading cautiously, stepping lightly

marching to an earthly beat

listen! can you hear it? 


losing the run of itself

shooting madly exuberantly even 

all hell breaks loose as

up through the cold clay 

fierce and tiny  green swords

fight their way

en garde!

Look! the buds are breaking now

the grass is greener

the birds louder

are they snowdrops there?

and just when i think i can bear winter no more 

spring is here.