March saunters off, these sunny, teeming hours:-
birdsong 'n flutter, hover-fly, honeybees;
the blackbird sings all day such sweet heart's-ease;
two sparrows play close-chase through thorny bowers
till privet close a curtain on their dalliance.
Over them midge columns jiggle urgencies.
Sun gold-greens dot-wings, lanterns broad dock leaves,
with all things here is in strong alliance.
The senses celebrate variety
that through late autumn and drear winter scrapped
for anything that might provide a theme
as deer nose into snow, it comes to me.
April opens her show - March will be capped -
and we will stroll within a waking dream.
................
Italian Sonnet - with enjambment tensions .
