Monday, 22 March 2010

Spring along the Water of Leith

Squirrels chase each other round the trees, as if forgetting that this isn't their season. Robins chase each other across the path as mallards chase each other along the river and across the sky. Jackdaws gather in chattering groups in the trees. Catkins shiver on the trees. The slopes are covered in profuse greenery as the bulbs push their leaves through the soil.

rain in the air -
faint smell of wild garlic
not yet in flower.

10 comments:

libbyquilter said...

i wish that i was as prolific a poet as you~!!~ your words always inspire me~!~

:)
libbyQ

gardenpath said...

Sounds glorious!

Nat Hall said...

The Erath is awaking again - glorious account, Juliet :))

Titus said...

Thank goodness!

Kay said...

happy days

Rabbits' Guy said...

Great description of what is happening!!!

SzélsőFa said...

yay - those are sure signs of spring!
in garden we have crocuses in white, indigo and yellow!
it's definitely spring!!

Paul said...

Just beautiful, Juliet. It could be the first paragraph of a classic novel. The life of the planet resonant in the life of the words.

Bill said...

Full of expectancy. Exciting.

Gel said...

Ahhhh!
Lovely prose and poetry.