We sat upon white rocks, and later saw three swallows ...

We walked in birdsong through awakening trees - 

Dafodils were still in bloom each side of the narrow path - 

Gardeners in deferential corduroy had once cared for this arboretum by the sea -

Now it was a beautiful wildness of sycamore, hazel, hawthorn and ash - 

Bluebells were coming into flower - celandines were tiny yellow stars - fallen branches had thick pelts of moss - 

The ornamental ponds were strange green mirrors - 

New leaves were promises of summer - 

Needles of blackthorn were hidden by dazzling blossom - 

A locked gate led to a secret garden - a house was hidden by the abandoned trees - 

Penelope and I at last walked upon the beach - 

Low cloud gathered over White Nothe - 

Bright waves reflected the young sun - 

We sat upon the white rocks, and later saw three swallows - 

12.00

Tuesday 12 April 2016

Ringstead

Dorset