Poem: Spring

Steel-blue sky smiles benignant,
Wide as a long-unseen mother’s welcome;
Sheep cluster like barnacles
On the flanks of rolling whale-hills.
Breathe deep of this waking sun.
Feel the green land’s tumescent vigour.
Birds frisk and frolic
In air silvered by pollen;
Insects hum and crackle
In industrious melody.
And I?
I sit.
Look.
Simply be.
Sit with me.

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