Bursting colour around budding field, setting
Goldstars ablaze in hedgerows, and singing
A springsong, Devon weekend throws regrets
To the wind and sparkles warm air. Clinging
Tightly to red-earthed furrows is furry
Emergence in bright lines, wispy green things
Are birthing there. Summer is well aware
That it will follow, and waits in the wings
With fiercer heat, but soft Spring lasts with dawn's
Devon-cool. Yellows right now are the thing.
So, latching the sun to it's wings, morning
Takes flight and slides me gently along too.
Spring in Devon still colours dreams anew.
Fay Slimm
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/devonish-spring-weekend/
