Days of White.
Delicate petals lie soft and white
As shining drifts of snow.
Draping the dark Hawthorn,
blurring spiky edges.
Dandelion clocks in their hundreds
Raise fluffy spheres that bow and dip
Across fallowing fields
And peep from under hedges.
Tiny daisies carpet the ground.
A myriad long-lashed eyes.
Whilst Hedge-parsleys lace
Floats on delicate stems,
Beneath Mays warming skies.
Wildflowers wear the purity
of white in Spring.
Gently priming the senses
For the searing colours that
Summer will surely bring.
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