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.
9 comments:
i wish that i was as prolific a poet as you~!!~ your words always inspire me~!~
:)
libbyQ
Sounds glorious!
The Erath is awaking again - glorious account, Juliet :))
happy days
Great description of what is happening!!!
yay - those are sure signs of spring!
in garden we have crocuses in white, indigo and yellow!
it's definitely spring!!
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.
Full of expectancy. Exciting.
Ahhhh!
Lovely prose and poetry.
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