A Country Path in Late Spring

The path of mossy ground nestled In between maternal hedgerows, That overgrew atop, dimming out The brilliance of the day. Embosomed, a calm-cool vision Abstract takes of nature, in Leaf-spattered green shades; Stem-speckled brown hues; Shards of sunlight percolating Through the random flaws to Up glittering sprites upon the leaves. And avian chatter bounced along the burrow, Smattered by the crosstalk Of busybody insects; But outside the green comfort zone, Other worlds of other sounds of other life Otherwise gave a hint of Other dozy goings on. Hawthorn filled the air, Filled the nose, Filled the head Pungency had overpowered all Gave the late-spring-early-summer haze.

by: Mark R Slaughter

Here and there a break of colour: Odd bluebells escapees from nearby woods Blue-blushing bell faces glancing down, Aware of their erectness in the stem; The flaming wing of red admirals Broke through a hedge hole to Break up the calm backdrop, While flitting blue tits gave To greater-bodied animation. Natures warm narration The undertones of life.