HOARFROST

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Hoarfrost

 

Sunlight dancing through twinkle-down

petals of snowflake blossoms

Starry hawthorn eyes flutter black stamen eyelashes

 

Clouds scuttle through a cloth of mid-blue, swathing, swift in their density

Ochre-yellow broom pierces hedgerows, thorny elbows stating its right

Pearl-laden verges, verdant in dew-drenched heaviness.

 

Morning has come. Morning has come

 

Brambles tussle, thrusting new shoots through hedgerows, bright crinkly leaves unfolding to the sun

 

Raucous gulls wheel, duck and dive, catching thermals, carried on heaven-ward bliss to the sun

 

Yellow cap Forsythias hang, pealing out joy that Spring has come .

 

Hedgerows live! Sprung in all their wild rampage of life... Natures order.

 

All is right...

 

All is right.

 

May 2020