Beautiful is this April morning!

Beautiful is this April morning – bathed within the shining of the Sun,
With the vibrant yellow of the oil seed rape – as it reaches along its run,
The Doves – Pheasants – Crows and songbirds sing – the clouds have cleared the sky,
The journey smiles upon this day – the rising climbs upon its high!

Taking in the splendour of the moment – the blossom glows with light,
The freshest green it swells the leaves – behold the growth in sight,
Time for a drink to greet the flaggers – when a walking the outer path,
With a morning nod and a glancing eye – it’s enough to make you laugh!

Willow stands in the east of shade – where focus draws it near,
The overhanging branches shed their fringe – to keep the gangway clear,
One by one they are gently laid to rest – as the wind it hits our sails,
Retired gracefully to the summer gallery – to become the future’s rails!

Time to relieve the Hawthorn of their heavy armour – with the safety of a fence,
Free to breath without restriction – let the growing hedge commence,
A Buzzard sweeps in silence to the west – as breakfast returns with lunch,
In the distance Pheasants go for all in wrestling – taking on the bunch!

The mower joins us but seems distracted – and settles down to sleep,
So the Willow branches become centre stage – and are tidied in a heap,
As I rest for a moment white Butterflies dance – and I find a little shade,
I take in the airspace of a multitude of Bees – working at their trade!

As I wave a fond farewell to my company – I return in through the gate,
I listen to the tones within the cherry blossom – as the Bees scramble and gyrate,
House Martins flurry like fireworks overhead – in random circles above the trees,
A Woodpecker dips and weaves south western – lesser spotted in the frieze!

Last week’s mushrooms that I failed to mention – that gathered in their pride,
Have now retired their collective seed-heads – beneath the earth to hide,
To wait the dying days of wettest autumn – where masses meet as one,
Once again for a week as the dampness falls – with the setting of the Sun!

I rescue a Bumble Bee trapped in the water butt – as she sits in the Sun to dry,
After a couple of trips to water the Hawthorn – with a stutter she did fly,
She circled above me twice and headed for north – as I watched her fade from view,
I completed my task with the drink of life – I had done all that I could do!

As I gathered my backpack and closed it fast – I began the wind down of my words,
The biggest Buzzard drew close from the south – above the song of birds,
In silent beauty she found a companion in the west – leading on my way,
As I close the leaving gate behind me – they escort the ending of my stay!

Peacock Butterflies bask in the Sun – along the road that takes my leave,
I take in the horizons that wrap around me – it’s a wonder to believe,
A Buzzard playing – on the thermals over the hills – where the man he cast his stone,
Lost in the memories of a perfect day – I slowly make my way back home!

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