Spring Hope

And now the weeping willow turns to green. So brilliant red, the robin’s breast, Just like the sun, now sinking in the West, And down the lane more signs of spring are seen : The spiky blackthorn blossom’s shining white – It looks as if the hedgerow’s decked with snow. Beneath, the peeping primrose seems to glow With luminous and creamy lunar light. Come hear the soaring skylark’s tuneful song And listen to the jackdaw’s chimney chat. See squabbling sparrows startled by the cat As through the undergrowth he slinks along. We mark these signs of Spring so early in the year, But damage from late frosts may dash our hopes I fear.