Spring In The Air

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from the ABC set shamrock's ramblings

A hint of fragrance;
Scent of life!
The daffodils sway,
Tidal; waves of yellow.
A squirrel sits among
The roots of an oak,
Head raised,
Whiskers twitching;
He smells it too!
Sunday morning,
Just the two of us,
Both recognizing,
Spring in the air!

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Silver Spun Sand | March 2, 2009 - 19:37

Oh, this is lovely, Chris.

We have many of the little rascals, squirrels I mean, that live in our garden ... or in our barn I should say. They seem to have developed quite a taste for sun-lounger cushions. Green-striped ones they like the best.

Tina x

jennifer | March 2, 2009 - 20:05

Joyous and celebratory!

J x

threeleafshamrock | March 2, 2009 - 20:50

Thanks Jen and Tina. I haven't seen a squirrel for some time now. Used to see lots in Greenwich Park once. ;)

Chris XX

Nathan Bednarek | March 3, 2009 - 00:48

This is a sweet poem. You managed to capture the arrival of spring with barely a handful of words.

Well done.

Nathan.

threeleafshamrock | March 5, 2009 - 22:19

Thanks Nathan

threeleafshamrock | March 5, 2009 - 22:19

Thanks Nathan

Dynamaso | March 9, 2009 - 02:28

Says so much with so few words. And leaves the reader absolutely satisfied too. Excellent work, mate.

threeleafshamrock | March 10, 2009 - 19:11

Cheers D.