O Spring has set off her green fuses
Down by the Tamar today,
And careless, like tide-marks, the hedges,
Are bursting with almond and may.
Here lie I waiting for old summer,
A red face and straw-coloured hair has he:
I shall meet him on the road from Marazion
And the Mediterranean Sea.
September has flung a spray of rooks
On the sea-chart of the sky,
The tall shipmasts crack in the forest
And the banners of autumn fly.
My room is a bright glass cabin,
All Cornwall thunders at my door,
And the white ships of winter lie
In the sea-roads of the moor.
The Cheesesellers Wife 
Your spring is in full swing…adore these 2 lines….
“And careless, like tide-marks, the hedges,
Are bursting with almond and may.”
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Yes, it’s a wonderful line — Charles Causley was one of the great nature poets.
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I thought of putting together a little chapbook of poems on the 4 seasons but am having second thoughts: Spring would be easy and winter, Autumn a little more difficult and summer, a problem as most of the poems would centre on the heat ; btw I like Charles Causley’s poems :)
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All my summer poems seem to be about heat too!
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