Clustered amongst the hedgerow, strewn upon woodland floor.
Sprinkled along the riverbank, seated next to nature’s door.
Grouped within the border, spread throughout the bed.
Present upon the edges, a filter for our head.
Your vibrant yellow trumpet, shouts louder than dunnock song.
Penetrating blackbird squabble, ceasing dreadful mower’s dong.
A sound to herald boundaries, to drop into the calm.
To soothe the problem every day, to administer spirit balm.
For herein rests discernment, the choice to welcome in.
Or fence circumference circle, and exclude mechanic din.
The power in our options, is simple yes and no.
To greet harmonious friend, or dismiss unwanted foe.
To you we look for judgement, to be an accurate measure.
Of when to champion spring, and bask in sunny pleasure.
To surround ourselves with happiness, and jump with expectant joy.
Of blue tit gathering nest, and parents wish for girl or boy.
For now the longer days have come, tis time for action pledge.
To carry with us all we want, drop dross from threshold ledge.
No more baggage can we carry, upon our onward route.
New beginnings beckon, of beauties, undeniably so cute.
By Simon Blackler
Copyright © Simon Blackler 2021
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