The Whits
Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested.
The Secrets of Spring
The Secrets of Spring
what is it you hide sisters
heads turned downward
bonnets drawn tight
teasing the bumblebee away from his flight
like lilac waves cresting
an ocean of green
flooding through woodlands, meadow and hollow
heralding spring and summer to follow
you gift such sweet fragrance
the scent in your hair
demure yet suffuse a beauty you spread
to wake us from slumber show winter is dead
but your coyness lacks candour
temptations constrained
by the law I’ll abide
...but tell me good sisters - what is it you hide