14/04/2025
Heard the first cuckoo call of the year this morning 😁
The cuckoo
Beneath the hush of waking trees,
A lonely call rides on the breeze
The cuckoo calls, so clear, so shy,
A voice that splits the April sky.
It echoes soft through buds and dew,
A whispered song, both old and new.
Spring stirs and leans to catch the sound,
The earth begins to pulse, unbound.
One call, then two, then silence wide
The season shifts, the birds confide.
And in that fleeting, echoed tune,
We greet the heart of springtime’s bloom.
Healing Hearth Apothecary & Therapies