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