Marching into April
by Christine Breen
Silage Bales by CBWilliams
Marching into April
Toora ta loo rye aye.
Beneath the out of season hot blue sky
silage bales sweat, yet sweetly, in their plastic wraps.
Golden gorse scents the air with coconut.
And sheltered in the ivied stone wall
viola odorata and oxalis bloom.
Blackthorn spins its white lace-like blossoms.
While woodbine, downy-leafed twins with everything.
Toora ta loo rye aye
April comes…
I just love watching the tractors from my bedroom window, weaving a steady pattern in the fields, all working with such intensity, late into the night when I’m tucked up in bed and then up early again the next morning, quickly while the weather is fine…