Our FT's song for her folk group, to welcome in the May :>)

Spring Song

'Twas coal black, the sky, over valley and hill,
trees, grasses, shrubs shaking in northerly chill,
birds glad to keep shelter in feathery beds,
and leaf buds contented to hide their green heads.

Then sudden, the wind died, all's quiet as a tomb,
'til bells jingled merrily out through the gloom,
and twilight illumined the source of this sound,
the Happenstance Border folk, dancing a round.

High summit, their staging, close by to the clouds,
which draped Gloucester county in purple pink shrouds,
and while the folk flurried, away swept the dawn,
as slowly the sun rose to welcome the morn.

And then, the whole shireland lay gleaming in gold,
from rivers to fields to the top of the wold,
the fish in the Isbourne, the pigs in their sty,
the flecked running rabbits, the larks pealing high.

Jack saw and smiled widely within his grand bower,
and all of his hawthorns burst into full flower,
some white, others crimson, delightful display,
to celebrate spring on the first day of May.

Poetry by Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-05-01 at 20:44

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Kathy Lockhart
A beautiful softly serene piece of Spring pie! Delicious!

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
A wonderful piece. I especially like the last 4 lines. Beautiful.

As Lawrence says, good to have you back and with such a lovely piece, it just got better and better and more and more uplifting!

very very pretty poem. I like it a lot

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Delightful, as always. Great to have you back.