There are more blue flowers in Spring.   

Winter has passed. 
The ancient tower is abeyant.
Trees rush to cover it. 

Dwarf irises and hyacinths,
lift their powdered arms.
Narcissi crowned, ignores them. 

A hawk trembles through the upper reaches of my trees. 

Souls in the tree of life, 
their small bowls aflame.
Small their lights,
a bird begins his song

Amaryllis is old gold
coppering on my sill.
New leaf is come,
where hedges were shorn.

The hacked hedges,
harshly cut,
Last cut before the nesting –


© Chris Murray 2025

from "Found Poem, Spring" first published The Honest Ulsterman at this link