May Time

Terry Trainor By Terry Trainor, 18th Oct 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL
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Looking at nature as it unfolds its gifts and a song in your heart.

May Time

In fresh fields poppies begin to flame out and their vivid red paints all the fields,
Listen hard to the fern-owl and grasshopper-lark as they sing a haunting tune,
The abeletree is putting out its leaves as white as a sunbeam glancing off snow,
A stark contrast amongst other green trees and the pines are green with envy.

In heath and forest young ruddy roots of the Scotch firs add color to the lands,
Beautiful crimson tassels and light foliage of the larches a sight for sore eyes,
There is pleasure in watching the different flowers in dry turf and the many birds,
In the wood my favorite flower the blue-bells and white-bells dance on a breeze.

The blossom of the apple tree has all blown away some sailed down tiny streams,
And if get close and look very hard you may see a young green fruit being born,
The quince is now in bloom with its yellow green leaves as sweet as morning dew,
The days are now warm and the evenings are mild people are out cutting up furze.


Glades, Leas, May, Meadow, Meadowcroft, Meadows, Meadowsweet, Woodlands, Woods

Meet the author

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

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