The Running of Spring

  In just two weeks, the greening ghyll Hides naked shame in mystery,   The bluebells darken, the chestnut shakes its spears,   the butterburr is over and bees visit the comfrey.      In just two weeks, the screaming swifts claim the skies, blackcaps chatter in the leaves and the cuckoo returns slack-winged to the windy walls.      In just... Read more »