a walk in the Northamptonshire countryside inspired by the poems of John Clare
The wind blows happily on every thing.
The very weeds that shake beside the fold
Bowing, they dance, do any thing but sing
And all the scene is lovely to behold:
Blue mists of morning, evenings of gold.
How beautiful the wind will play with Spring:
Flowers beam with every colour light beholds,
Showers o’er the landscape fly on wet pearl wings
And winds stir up unnumbered pleasant things.
I love the luscious green before the bloom,
The leaves and grass and even beds of moss,
When leaves ‘gin bud and Spring prepares to come,
The ivy’s evergreen, the brown green gorse,
Plots of green weeds that barest road engross.
In fact I love the youth of each green thing:
The grass, the trees, the bushes and the moss
That pleases little birds and makes them sing.
I love the green before the blooms of Spring.
This Happy Spirit
Selected & edited by R. K. R. Thornton & Carry Akroyd
Courtship displays underway between some of the birds at the Wetland Centre at Martin Mere, though they got a little camera shy.
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
A. E. Housman