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SPRING.
by
gerard coughlan

 
Birds,
Whistle on the wing.
Perhaps,
Like us,
They sense the subtlety of Spring;
A vague frisson of movement
Amongst hedgerow,shrub and bush
Yellow,pallid things
Turning reassuringly green and lush
And Light
Dear Light !
Stretches the day
Like the movement of an awakening child-
Suddenly realising
That it's morning
And the jig-saw fields
Are waiting
Unexplored and wild.
--Submitted by gerard coughlan on 2013-10-07.
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