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So many wonderful poets from all cultures and centuries. Robert Browning has to rate among the top for me. I can’t choose an absolute favourite for as my moods change so does my need for different poetry. From Browning’s very long poem ‘Pippa Passes’ the most imaginative drawing of the start of a new day:

Day!
Faster and more fast,
O’er night’s brim, day boils at last;
Boils, pure gold, o’er the cloud-cup’s brim
Where spurting and suppressed it lay,
For not a froth-flake touched the rim
Of yonder gap in the solid fray
Of the eastern cloud, an hour away;

But forth one wavelet, then another, curled,
Till the whole sunrise, not to be suppressed,
Rose, reddened, and its seething breast
Flickered in bounds, grew gold, then overflowed the world.

Very best wishes, Denny Bradbury

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Autumn poem

More inspiration from our bountiful countryside:

Hips and Haws

Rose hips are showy, look at me, look at me;
haws meanwhile hide beside dull by degree
their deep red outshone by such brilliant hue
of their fulsome neighbour, what can they do?

If only they knew what we all ought to know
that shining so brightly’s only part of the show
Dull have their story and absolute right
to be considered along with the Bright

With people also the same it is true
we can’t all be perfect, there’s just me and you
let’s look at the facts and why some are full face
but remember that everyone fits in their place

Hedgerows are brimming with good things to eat
hips, haws and blackberries fall at our feet
birds eye them closely with singular needs
winter’s survivable with larders like these

It takes not a genius or even the law
to tell us again what we’re all here for
like berries we sit on the hedgerow of fate
ripe for the picking whether early or late.

Denny Bradbury Books

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