Barmoor Reflections III

I woke up
to the cuckoo calling.
I woke up
to the hedgerow blossoming
and the moor-gorse reddening.
I woke up
to the rabbits nibbling
and the clouds pinking themselves
with a fine sunrise.
I woke up
to the daffodils decaying
and fresh molehills across
the garden lawn.
I woke up
to the distant hills blueing
with a secret mist
and unusual trills and shrieks and cries.
I woke up
to the cuckoo calling.

© 24 Apr 15