Bursting colour around budding field, setting
Goldstars ablaze in hedgerows, and singing
A springsong, Devon weekend throws regrets
To the wind and sparkles warm air. Clinging
Tightly to red-earthed furrows is furry
Emergence in bright lines, wispy green things
Are birthing there. Summer is well aware
That it will follow, and waits in the wings
With fiercer heat, but soft Spring lasts with dawn's
Devon-cool. Yellows right now are the thing.
So, latching the sun to it's wings, morning
Takes flight and slides me gently along too.
Spring in Devon still colours dreams anew.
beautiful description of time spent in a lovely part of the UK Fay...sounds like heaven...10
Devon in her beautiful Spring colours bought to life by you Fay, thanks, 10 Lynda xx
lovely written piece as always Fay! left me speechless........10
Spring in Devon still colours dreams anew. ............................................................. Fay, The beauty and calmnesses goes from this a verse... On it I very liked your week-end of spring... 10... Tsira
Well, I love that part of the world, seems to have a timeless beauty to it, always close to the most beautiful sea... Andy 10
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I would like to translate this poem
Paints a vivid picture, words well chosen. Nice work.