My response to imaginary garden with real toads April Poetry Month – Day 4 – “Nature Poetry”
Sunshine caresses buds,
blesses a blackbird
perched on a branch
of awakening willow,
jerking and jinking.
Beyond the gate,
boats on the river
are bobbing and chinking.
An undertone,
the distant thrum
of a Sunday mower
has begun.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
writing in north norfolk 
This is beautiful… especially adore the opening lines 🙂
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Thank you, Sanaa 🙂
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I like all the sounds. 🙂
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Thank you, Rosemary. I did a bit of pruning yesterday as the weather was good and it inspired me. Today, it’s raining again but that didn’t stop a baby deer from helping out by eating some of yesterday’s cuttings that I left on the ground! 🙂
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Ah, nothing like the sound of a mower to confirm that winter is over. I loved all the sights and sounds of this poem.
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Thank you, Kerry 🙂
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Delightful sounds of being outdoors on a sunny day.
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A perfect spring day. Thank you for sharing it.
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Change the blackbirds to sparrows and you pretty much described my morning yesterday to perfection.
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I most love the blackbird on the “awakening willow”. The willow is just awakening here, too. So lovely.
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I love willow trees. next to our tree is also a willow shrub that has white blossom – I don’t know its correct name. though.
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A mower…the wind chime of growing grass
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Good morning – I used to hate the sound of birds and lawnmowers in the morning – but now I find them comforting.
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Me too 🙂
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