Treasure Island

Mark R Slaughter


A Country Path in Late Spring


The path of mossy ground nestled
In between maternal hedgerows,
That overgrew atop, dimming down
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.

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.

Nature’s warm narration –
The undertones of life.



Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010










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spring nature nature spring; spring nature nature spring
spring nature nature spring; spring nature nature spring
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Submitted: Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Edited: Wednesday, August 17, 2011

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  • Lilac Time (3/27/2014 1:53:00 PM)

    I love the line gave the late spring early summer haze that paints a picture in my mind because this has been happening a lot. Spring is late and when it comes it feels more like summer...I think I know exactly what that haze is that you're talking about. It's just in the air like spring and summer merging together I love it so pretty :) (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (5/22/2013 11:03:00 PM)

    A great write about the wonders of Springtime and
    nature. A detailed poem about birds, flowers and
    scents that arouses the senses. Just lovely. (Report) Reply

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