April showers
Shy primroses turn their faces
Away from the wind
Wild air makes music
Humming through the wood
And whistling though walls
Sheep hunker down
In the lee of the hill
And hope for clement weather
A gale-blown Curlew
Calling low
Lights in the sun
By a silver stream flowing
Shines almost white
In the bright morning light
#CoSopoetry