A day like warm April, with music where
Springs through blasted granite
And over moss make tiny, sunless, singing
Waterfalls, and a hesitant mistle thrush's solo.
Galaxies of lesser celandines.
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Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
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What a joyful rhythm! A poem to treasure is contained in these 30 words. A photo please of the lesser celandines
Thanks Joe! The celandines will have to wait until I walk there again, they are most plentiful there.
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