Sunday, March 22, 2015

Springtime in England

Written for Magpie Tales and  MindLoveMisery


Leaden lumps of rain pound down from a slate grey sky upon a lake of blackened water. On its surface dance a thousand diamond coronets. 

Here and there flashes of silver as fish leap, jump, and frolic.

A majestic swan head held high, swims serenely twixt reeds and lily pads, unconcerned, seemingly unaware of nature’s fury.

A moment or two later shafts of sunlight shoot between the clouds which retreat to reveal a silken sky of lightest, purest blue.

The ancient oaks, moments ago sombre hunched and dour, salute the sun resplendent in their new coats of palest glossy green.

Bird song breaks the silence, and a fox ventures from its lair. A squirrel sits bolt upright and surveys the scene whilst rabbits bounce and a croaking frog looks on.

A cloud of insects tumbles in the air and a frantic dragonfly hovers, darts then hovers again.

For this is Springtime in England.


This is part of our photo prompt at Magpie Tales

Our word at MindLoveMisery is Vernalagnia which refers to the romantic mood heralded by spring.

16 comments:

  1. How beautiful this is and so vivid, I felt I was experiencing Spring. I am in Sweden the recent sunny weather was replaced with snow/rain cold, I am so ready for those pure blue skies to return! We also have a lot of swans nearby

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  2. Beautiful Keith. After a long and cold winter I can imagine how the colours and freedoms of nature can impact on you in ways you have illustrated here.

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  3. I think I belong there. The desert is sunny year round. And it has its bikini charm. But somehow I miss spring rain.

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  4. Ah, the huge difference between day and knight, between a moment and another in a place where the weather is ruler.

    Love the movement of the tree.

    And I hope Spring hears your song and decides to get to New York City. I mean, really. This is getting ridiculous.

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    1. Sorry about the rambling. Spring and I have been having issues lately... Okay, not Spring, but the everlasting Winter...

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    2. Ramble all you like! Although Spring is well and truly here on the south coast of England, you can never be sure that Winter isn't just hiding out of sight waiting to jump out on us again!

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  5. Very accurately expressed Keith! The coming of Spring brings back the memories and restraints! What a spectacle it will become!

    Hank

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  6. There's something poetic in this prose. I really got the feel of Spring, which is lovely because it's been too darn cold where I am!

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  7. What a joy...the coming spring and your writing..x

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  8. Made me forget winter for a few moments. Not an easy thing to do either, lol.
    What I wouldn't give to see real daffodils right now. Sigh! Oh well, the real spring is coming!

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  9. You make me long for the spring that seem to hide from us...

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  10. well nothing could be more pleasant than this spring

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  11. I feel it too, lovely images of sweet prose throughout this.

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  12. what a nice stroll through your words.........

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  13. Evocative...I want to walk in that woods...

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  14. Wow... such a beautiful vista...it sounds magical!

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