Once upon an early spring morning

Poem by Les Derbyshire

It was Blackbird who saw it first,
Woke to the gold that told of a change in the air.
No-one said to unwrap the song
That for long dark days had lain unsung.
No dress-rehearsal needed,
Note-perfect from the first performance.

Below, in the earthen beds
A solitary bee bumbled, tumbled
Among the few lit, new-lit colours of the morning,
The call of them, irresistible,
Their hidden sweetness
Coming as no surprise.

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