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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