Easter Sunday

On a lazy Sunday on a muddy bank

by the slow green flow of the river,

toes dipping in the chilly water,

hidden by the long grass,

a hovering breeze stirs the air,

sharp with wild garlic;

blows daffodils’ trumpets,

brash yellow strumpets;

flutters primrose petals

glinting in amongst the brambles;

buffets boughs of flowers

into pink, blossomy showers,

in an impromptu celebration of spring.

 

© Kim M. Russell, 2016