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…