Poem – Late Spring

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Late Spring – by Paul Swatridge

The tall trees shimmer.

The fresh canopies of green

shine translucent against

the azure blue above.

Where the woodland floor was dappled

with colour and light

a sombre mood now sits.

Celandines violets and bluebells

fade to their lingering death

quietly in the leafy gloom

where summer never penetrates.

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Evolutionary Counsellor facilitator and guide on a spiritual path. Craftsman in wood, creative writer, environmentalist & change agent. This blog is my way of promoting my skills, ideas, concerns for the planet, creative work, spiritual searches and philosophy of life in a public forum.
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