First Signs
First Signs
A shoot of green nudges itself
Upwards and forwards
In a glade of snowdrops
They sit in dampened dew
The sky unfolds and reveals
That azure which perennially allures
Daffodils and tulips wait in the wings
Blue bells in a copse do sing
A smidgin of spring opens its pores
As windows are ajar and stay paused
Only a keen eye sees the change
As the cycle moves on the range
The bitter wind loses its edge
As birds nest in a newly cut hedge
It is only around the corner to see
as a fledgling leaf buds on a tree
Winter retreats with all guns blazing
Birds return with bellies craving
The woolies and gloves are put away
As hope is invested in the coming day
Still a chill does linger around
But the earth gives forth to a different round
Stephen Gospage
Sat 23rd Jan 2021 16:25
Thank you, Keith. Yes, I'm looking forward to snowdrops.