One Beautiful Morning in May
It seems as though the path runs through three seasons –
where just three weeks ago the foliage was sparse,
now banks are full of flora in abundance.
Fauna also leaves its evidence –
I stumble over mid-path lines of molehills
and a badger sett shows signs of a springclean
For company, my shadow and a blackbird
who sings his courting heart out, free, for me.
I trudge through fluff of fallen pussy willow,
see violets from March still here and there.
Rosettes of knobbled primrose leaves I see,
though February’s buttery flowers are gone.
Campion, dandelion and pignut flourish
side by side with early foxglove spires.
Umbrellas of froth, cow parsley rubs shoulders
with bracken, unfurling fronds of autumn promise.
Flashes of light flicker through the trees,
arouse the scene to joyful life once more.
© Vivienne Blake 04.05.14
When I saw the Wordle words this week I thought Yippee, a lovely easy one, and I planned to write a Spenserian sonnet from them, but somehow the poem took off, using only a handful of the words and no rhyme at all. The walk was today and it was truly beautiful! If I had managed to write a sonnet, it would have been more in the style of John Clare than Spenser!
Now I’m off to see what others have done with them at Brenda’s Sunday Whirl.
Monday 5.5.14: Ever since writing this poem on Sunday, the title has been whizzing round in my head, in a song sung by my Mum at family gatherings, “One Day When We Were Young… The song was originally from Johann Strauss’ Operetta known as the Gipsy Baron, and was later used in the film The Great Waltz. I tried to get a You-tube clip but couldn’t get the sound to work.
Later…Here it is: One Day When We Were Young