Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click hereThe sun is setting further north each week
and local blackthorn bushes are in bud:
the tiny creamy dots burst out to seek
the sunshine that, though pale, dries out the mud;
This crisps around each hawthorn that displays
its leaves, in sheltered spots, where winds won't blow
or gust to murder snowdrops amongst sprays
of daffodils that now begin to show.
So, come on spring and let the winter pass.
Nature's alive again and each chill spell
has less effect upon the spreading grass,
refreshed by dew and growing. You can tell
the house martins, next month, to sally forth
from Africa to sunsets further north.