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SOMETHING OF SPRING
The leafless apple trees in the old orchard
are rimed with lichen. Some are festooned
with mistletoe. Late February’s sun
lights each dark twig and branch – each evergreen leaf
and silver berry. In the distant woods,
rooks call, nest-building. Unrelenting winter,
that besieges all, is beginning
to recede. Soon, curled, fleshy leaves will come
and, eventually, fragile white blossoms.
Apples will grow. The mistle thrush will do
what it does. The mistletoe will spread.
And such relentless fecundity
endlessly surprises.
3 responses to “SOMETHING OF SPRING”
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‘… rimed with lichen … festooned with mistletoe …’
Just as it plays itself out in my view, beyond my window 🙂 -
Yes, it does. There are buds on our plum tree and the daffodils (jonquils) are blooming. Each summer I find trees growing in my garden where the squirrels have buried nuts and forgotten them.
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There are no buds on our plum tree as yet but those on the Japanese Cherry seem to grow a millimetre a day.
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