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A glorious end
to a glorious day when
the mistle thrush comes.
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by Scooj
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A glorious end
to a glorious day when
the mistle thrush comes.
.
by Scooj
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A visitation,
a moment at the window
and then it is gone.
by Scooj
Pocket handkerchief
lawns attended to in this
first weekend of sun.
by Scooj
Spring blossom wakes us
from our long Winter slumber;
invigorating.
by Scooj
A single daisy
awakens deep memories
of carefree childhood.
by Scooj
Laying potatoes
out to chit; ready to plant
on St Patrick’s day.
by Scooj
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How the blossom lies
with its smallest hint of Spring
tricking and teasing.
.
by Scooj
Flowerpot showers,
frantic feather ruffling,
Spring is in the air.
by Scooj
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Come Spring and banish
these long nights and impotent
days. Bring me succour.
.
by Scooj
The winter sunshine
full of deceit, tempting us
to believe in spring.
by Scooj