Waiting for that moment when it feels like Spring

Seems eternal,

Is that where hope springs from?

Looking for the first green shoots

Listening for the first tune from the Thrush

Sensing the first bright day

And feeling the first warmth of the sun,

Waiting for that moment when it first feels like Spring.

Smelling that distinct freshness in the air

Hearing that clear bleat of lamb on the wind

Seeing that bright splash of crocus colour

Feeling that definite surge of hope and spirit,

Defines that moment when it first feels like Spring.

Though blizzards and storms are yet to come

And gales and floods may still over-run

From that first moment when it feels like Spring

The world is a better place and the summer’s promise near,

The wonderful genesis of nature’s cyclic year.

Living for that moment when it feels like hope

Springs eternal,

Is that where Spring itself comes from?