Five Senses In Spring

The wood smoke is rising, there’s a chill in the air, the valley’s in shadow, with the pear tree still bare, but I know by morning, what the new day will bring... It’s the last day of winter; yes, here comes the spring. I feel the warmth growing, with winter veggies to share. The sweet smell of jasmine, now wafts through the air. The call of a currawong, does melodically ring, I am so pleased to have, my five senses in spring. The last hawthorn berries, have dropped to the ground, a scavenging blackbird, and they’re quickly found. On cherry plum blossom, I hear bees on the wing, I am so pleased to have, my five senses in spring. I taste a warm cup of milk, close to the milking machine. See the grasses all flourish, lush in their greenest of green. I feel a thunderstorm coming, and smell the rain it will bring, with my five senses acute, as days warm up in the spring. Bird song is now rising, ‘long the course of the creek. Twin lambs in the meadow, and a new calf next week. Hens are back on the lay, the rooster is crowing. I am so pleased to have, my five senses in spring. Scarlet red is a sunset, now a day’s work is done. As frogs chorus the air, say goodbye to the sun. Farm life is rewarding, with the challenges faced. Each day I test my senses... Sight hearing smell touch and taste.