Honeysuckle cascading along the garden wall,
Bees hum, and insects everywhere abound,
The cuckoo sends us all his two-note call,
So many voices in one glorious sound.
April showers glinting, on soft new born shoots,
Daffodils of yellow, shine so ultra bright,
Down river, paddling, come the aquatic coots,
Plumage black, bills of white, and a fork tailed kite,
Swoops down, and with this long wings soars again,
And with no backward glance, gives his farewell,
Listen to April, hear now how it sings,
A wondrous month, wherein the heart can dwell.
© Ernestine Northover
This is lovely - its like being in a beautiful garden in Springtime - senses awakened. Thanks for sharing. Blessings to you.
Lovely poem to the 'Joy of Spring! ' There are, however, a couple commas out of place that are distracting. Scarlett
This poem reminds me of many places I've lived... starting with the honey suckle plants in the back yard of my childhood home. We used to drink the 'honey'... Thank you for this lovely ode to April. Love to you and yours, Esther
Now we are talking poetry! ! Very, very nice. Well constructed and metered. Wonderful imaging. GOOD! ! No, not good but, very good. Regards, Lynn
This is so beautifully written. Spring is my favourite time of year and you've captured all of its wonder here. Andrew x
Excellent! Erne your April is much stronger than the calendar April as it fades within the year.
Marvellous Ernestine really enjoyed this one.Many thanks for sharing.April can be a lottery but you have reminded us how the re-birth of nature after winter warms the spirit. Best regard from Sid John xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are certainly on form Ernestine, I could drink this in, Love Duncan