Spring
Spring
What does spring mean to me?
the shedding of winter’s coats.
Scarves and obnoxious hats
Freedom, to breathe god’s air.
New life; new-born lambs gambolling along,
nuzzle mums' milk
The smell of freshness from open windows
in the fields, the cows, sheep and
horses frolic in grass covered in the dew of the morning
chewing on the sweetness
Trees and hedgerows their branches,
once desolate and bare; now
sprout sturdy, spurts of greenery
pink blossom covers the leafy may tree
while lambkins hang; a delight to see
primroses open their petals out high,
daffodils and tulips reach up to the sky
wild roses bringing an early bloom
telling us Summer will be here soon
a flurry of birds tweeting their songs in harmony
gather together to greet each other
each different.
sparrows, blue tits, blackbirds’ robins maybe?
their feathers outstretched as they catch the current
that sends them soaring over the skies;
to join others, for a game of hide and seek,
so, it seems, such a delight to see and hear
their happy merry-making, with an
occasional squabble and flapping of wings
whilst parents hunt for twigs and foliage to make their nests
as they prepare for their babies to hatch,
in leaves unearthed for tasty treats and crumbs hedge-hogs;
tired and sleepy; gently snuffle their snouts
seeking titbits all round about
the north wind and it’s non-to-gentle whoosh;
dries mum’s washing
flapping a cheery wave on the line
in the bright spring sunshine
children run free and wild in the yard
after winter's confinement inside.
Of all the seasons, I love the best, is
Spring, new life, a new beginning
For all and mankind.
Copyright © Joan Warburton | Year Posted 2023
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