Mid March Poem by Margaret O Driscoll
Mid March
Mid March, sun shines brightly
Rooks are nesting on high trees
Hazel catkins sway like lambs tails
Scent of hyacinth in the breeze
Deer raise their heads from grazing
A horse trots towards the wall
All of nature is rejoicing
I can hear a blue tit call
Narcissi nod their yellow heads
Tulip petals are unfurled
Sycamore buds burst into leaf
All is wonderful with the world
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