This Day, The First Of Spring-Time Poem by james watkin

This Day, The First Of Spring-Time



This day, the first of spring-time
The year's new-born child
In soft blue light is swaddled.
Of white puffs compiled.

Freshly smelling where it lay
Of freesia; jonquil.
For what giggly beguiles us
Twittery blows still!

"Disturb not"! I'm instructed.
If unearthly spoke
Or drummed of the earth itself
To it, but half-woke.

Monday, February 25, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: spring
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