A Day in May

Terry Trainor By Terry Trainor, 16th Oct 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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This poem is about a day in May, where meadows are like a beautiful canvas of color.

A Day in May

The sun has not yet risen but a beautiful light fills the eastern sky,
A clamor of birds and songs ring through the fragile cool morning air,
Dew lies down on every bit of green sward along and turf on the common,
Sweet is the fresh smells of new leaves and the wild rose in its prime.

The foliage all around presents the most delightful hues of amber green,
Limes in long Avenues stretch out their sweeping branches ready to touch,
Chestnuts in flower while the sycamores sound with a billion honey bees,
Grass knee-deep and full of flowers dear old cowslips lost in deep grass.

Hawthorn bursts into flower and again the air is so soft with a cool sun,
Air is so odorous and delicious it is a luxury to breath deep feel good,
Early anglers steal along grassy margin of streams today with no patience,
They have plenty to see the sunshine and the cool flow of lapsing waters.

Migratory birds are all here now dear old friends from their long travels,
Birds-nests abound all around in trees on bush and the green standing corn,
River banks and thickety hollows are deep with a rampant growth of mallows,
Share their thickety banks with mustard tribes and a wilderness of colts foot.


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I am a Poet.
My passion is to write about nature and the history of nature.

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author avatar LOVERME
16th Oct 2012 (#)


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author avatar Terry Trainor
17th Oct 2012 (#)

Thank you Loverme. A lovely reply

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author avatar Christine Crowley
16th Oct 2012 (#)

I love a day in May! But, alast, it is October. Hummies gone - heading south. Won't be back until next May. The finches are turning brown from golden. But they are here. Jaysand Cardinals abound. Lovely poem!

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author avatar Terry Trainor
17th Oct 2012 (#)

Thank you for your beautiful reply.

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