A cut across this vivid pasture and subtle dale,
curving through horizon's vale
in placid song and dance the stream flows on
through verdant grass, lustrous and long.
Over the bridge and past bluebell covered roots
once barren ground displays the freshest shoots
jewel like flowers peep from below
through the green abundant chaos, by which it grows.
A branch, fallen long before the sun did breech
listens to the day's most joyful speech
and dampened is the whisper of winter's ruinous words
by the clamour and chorus of the busy birds.
Out from the woods, over land newly ploughed
under a vast cerulean sky bereft of cloud,
on further past an empty sty and silent byre
and old abandoned tractor tires.
Over stile and on by serenely grazing cows
who offer as much effort as the heat allows
without much care for the world passing by
they pay no heed to you or I.
On we walk hand in hand, blessed by a breeze
stirring my hair and the thirsty leaves
the tree tops rustle in cheerful song;
a tune to which the whole world seems to sing a long.
Down the shade of trees, still damp from dawn
the lingering scent of honeysuckle and hawthorn
the lichen beard still grows like eiderdown, so white
making branch and bark seem hazy and bright.
A vibrant merry hum of bees as they explore
the woosh and warble, as the barn swallows soar;
accompanying the wind in its gentle refrain
to enhance the beauty this day claims.
Lay down beside me here on the ground
and marvel at the splendour and grace we've found
as all our worries here become relieved
and we take time for peace to breathe.
Rest without a care besides the laurel tree
with delight in our hearts and our love set free.
Together with pasture, byre, song and stream,
we live this, the happiest of spring dreams.
Spring Dreams by Laura A Coats - written circa 2010
