A Woodland in Spring | A Poem by Tanya Fillbrook

A woodland in spring

Hear the blackbird sing,

Hues of blue like

The ocean that brings

A stillness and light,

Raptors in flight.

They swoon through trees that bloom wild.

Beneath the bluebells soon

Where the floor that moves

With a tide of shrews,

In scented undergrowth

A calm that soothes.