Devonish Spring Weekend.

Bursting colour around budding field, setting Goldstars ablaze in hedgerows, and singing A springsong, Devon weekend throws regrets To the wind and sparkles warm air. Clinging Tightly to red-earthed furrows is furry Emergence in bright lines, wispy green things Are birthing there. Summer is well aware That it will follow, and waits in the wings With fiercer heat, but soft Spring lasts with dawn's Devon-cool. Yellows right now are the thing. So, latching the sun to it's wings, morning Takes flight and slides me gently along too. Spring in Devon still colours dreams anew.