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Feather's Miscellany: Spring

Sap and words rise in Spring, as John Waddington-Feather's poem 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 Summerís
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 Ė
And this old poet writes verse!

© John Waddington-Feather


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