Feather's Miscellany: Spring 2009
Spring as an effect on every poet, no matter what their age, as John Waddington-Feather reveals.
The trees lift up their homage-arms on high,
Drinking in the sun, feeling their way
To Spring. Sap-rise surges everywhere,
Greening the pregnant fields again for Summer’s
Fruit; and waxing full, the round buds gently
Nudge their way to leaf; open shyly
Coaxed by the wooing sun. All life
Pulsates: flowers bloom, birds sing, hares leap –
And this old poet writes verse!
John Waddington-Feather ©
