The poem describes a body of water on a windy afternoon, with rippled water dashed by sunlight and resembling scattered crocus petals. Starlings chatter in nearby chestnut trees with bursting buds as blackbirds and pigeons feed in the grass. Though the water looks cold and the wind feels cold, spring is arriving as even the wind seeks a new partner.
The poem describes a body of water on a windy afternoon, with rippled water dashed by sunlight and resembling scattered crocus petals. Starlings chatter in nearby chestnut trees with bursting buds as blackbirds and pigeons feed in the grass. Though the water looks cold and the wind feels cold, spring is arriving as even the wind seeks a new partner.
The poem describes a body of water on a windy afternoon, with rippled water dashed by sunlight and resembling scattered crocus petals. Starlings chatter in nearby chestnut trees with bursting buds as blackbirds and pigeons feed in the grass. Though the water looks cold and the wind feels cold, spring is arriving as even the wind seeks a new partner.
The poem describes a body of water on a windy afternoon, with rippled water dashed by sunlight and resembling scattered crocus petals. Starlings chatter in nearby chestnut trees with bursting buds as blackbirds and pigeons feed in the grass. Though the water looks cold and the wind feels cold, spring is arriving as even the wind seeks a new partner.
Which puffs and spurts it into tiny pashing breaks
Dashed with lemon-yellow afternoon sunlight. The shining of the sun upon the water Is like a scattering of gold crocus-petals In a long wavering irregular flight.
The water is cold to the eye
As the wind to the cheek.
In the budding chestnuts
Whose sticky buds glimmer and are half-burst open The starlings make their clitter-clatter; And the blackbirds in the grass Are getting as fat as the pigeons.