A Country Path In Late Spring

The path of mossy ground nestled In between maternal hedgerows, That overgrew atop, dimming down The brilliance of the day. Embosomed, a calm-cool vision – Abstract takes of nature, in Leaf-spattered green shades; Stem-speckled brown hues; Shards of sunlight percolating Through the random flaws to Up glittering sprites upon the leaves. And avian chatter bounced along the burrow, Smattered by the crosstalk Of busybody insects; But outside the green comfort zone, Other worlds of other sounds of other life Otherwise gave a hint of Other dozy goings on. Hawthorn filled the air, Filled the nose, Filled the head – Pungency had overpowered all – Gave the late-spring-early-summer haze. Here and there a break of colour: Odd bluebells – escapees from nearby woods – Blue-blushing bell faces glancing down, Aware of their erectness in the stem; The flaming wing of red admirals Broke through a hedge hole to Break up the calm backdrop, While flitting blue tits gave To greater-bodied animation. Nature’s warm narration – The undertones of life. Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010 spring nature nature spring; spring nature nature spring spring nature nature spring; spring nature nature spring spring nature nature spring; spring nature nature spring spring nature nature spring; spring nature nature spring spring nature nature spring; spring nature nature spring spring nature nature spring; spring nature nature spring spring nature nature spring; spring nature nature spring spring nature nature spring; spring nature nature spring spring nature nature spring; spring nature nature spring spring nature nature spring; spring nature nature spring spring nature nature spring; spring nature nature spring spring spring spring spring spring spring spring spring spring spring spring spring spring spring spring spring