Bees lapping croci nectar in the honey of the almost Spring sun, A pale orb hanging in the reflective faces of rocky pools. Bare trees twizzling their twisted branches towards heaven Whilst I squelch through winter's muddy residue on earth, Clambering hills to catch breath and gain perspective On this strange, ugly-beautiful urban landscape I inhabit. Here tenacious nature fills whatever pockets she can find With her wild, enchanting songs, humming with a symphony Skyscrapers can only point bluntly towards, puncturing skylines Where birds sail on wings garbed with the promise of Spring.
Katie Rose 20/2/21
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