The insect world

The insect world now sunbeams higher climb
Oft dream of Spring & wake before their time
Bees stroke their little legs across their wings
& venture short flights where the snow-drop hings
Its silver bell & winter aconite
Its buttercup like flowers that shut at night
With green leaf furling round its cup of gold
Like tender maiden muffled from the cold
They sip & find their honey dreams are vain
Then feebly hasten to their hives again
The butterflies by eager hopes undone
Glad as a child come out to greet the sun
Beneath the shadows of a sunny shower
Are lost nor see to morrows April flower

I will be speaking: 11am Saturday, 28th March 

At the John Clare Cottage in Helpston

to the title, “The Woke John Clare”

#poetry #environment 

#honesty

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