Right now, it’s just me and the blackbird
him singing, me wording. Oh, and the fresh,
new leaves on the crabapple,
wondering at the world. And the daffodils,
of course, still hanging on.
And the cherry blossom, and the celandines.
It’s morning, and the world is still
pulling the covers over its head –
except the magpie hopping down the road,
and the rook circling, and the blackbird
singing, singing, and me wording.
A slightly smug morning poem for Laura at dVerse.
Sarah writes poems 
Beautifully written 💖
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I like your melodious smug 😉
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A happy spring day shared. Thank you, Sarah.
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This is delightful! It pulls the images right out of your head!
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Haha! You have the right to be smug, this beautiful morning!
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Sarah you wrote the loveliest of odes to the dawn here – all the flowery and feather happenings and you wording
“new leaves on the crabapple,
wondering at the world. “
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I absolutely agree! ❤️❤️ This is exquisitely woven, Sarah! 😀
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Oh my goodness. I think (after watching the news) you just put my heart back in my body with this beautiful poem. Bless you.
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You’ve just described my favourite type of morning, Sarah 🙂
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Sounds like a wonderful morning. 🙂
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I heard the first blackbird just recently… soon it will be all everywhere… maybe even silencing the magpies.
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