A swathe of pink emotions

the sun is disappearing

the cherry blossom creaming white

the flowers beseeching

rocking reaching

onto a more gentle flight

peering at the sunset

a fluffy soft affair

swollen by the Springtime aura’s

that all the blossoms share

,

A magpie in the high Beech

looking down at me

on a lacy high tip

i bet,n he can see

more of me

than I of him

and now he’s  gone and flown

the sleepy birds finding their roosts

And everyone is known

a halo over the rooftops

a grey to vast blue sky

a silence but for song birds

whose lightening moods,and  why

the Wood pigeon

king of my castle

as many of  you know

a swathe of  pink emotions

and an eternal glow