APPLE BLOSSOM

Any-one who has not experienced apple blossom first hand is really missing one of Gods many gifts, I have a small apple tree in my garden and it is now covered in beautiful pink clusters of blossom, the forget-me-nots are also out underneath and I peer out of my window each morning and thank God for the beauty of spring.

Even though it is still so cold the spring flowers are here in abundance, the bluebells have begun to appear with campions and stitchwort and many hedge rows are a mass of colour. When I leave the house in the morning a cloud of heady lilac scent catches in the air and sends me off for the day feeling light hearted and glad.

When I return in the late afternoon I sit on the door step in the evening sun with a cup of tea and drink in the perfume of spring. Here is a poem I wrote one May.

SPIRIT OF MAY

She stepped into my garden

wet in her lush green mantle

Glistening dew dipped dancer

The morning light in her cheeks

Nut-brown bare stripped branches

Rise to her wakening whisper

Silence broken only by the cuckoo's call

Disguised in blossom and bluebell dusted

pink budded and beautiful breasted

For she will quicken earth spent muses

And bring away the frozen child

And the windfall day all warm and breathless

Gathered up and neatly nested

Garlands of grace from her extended

She lays the green fern feathered way

That heaven falls on earth.

Louise x