A Song of Spring

I hear the sounds of a spring brightening dawn, As fledgeling birds from sheltering nests emerge. A lone Blackbird’s singing lifts this idling morn, A creature scuttering through the long grassed verge. I hear a fox barking in the fading night, An early bee droning through the warming day. I hear breezes rustling in the morning light, The slow risen hours of a full budded May, I hear the symphony of the pouring rain, The hiss as sudden watery puddles form, Fast rivulets gushing through the gurgling drain, Low grumbling sounds of a distant passing storm. I hear the woodland stream sing its own refrain And slow draughts whispering through the barn’s stored grain.