Amidst the budding
branches the Robin sings, the song is
carried tunefully in the spring air.
denoting that all is well in his world
Every sound listened to by all
from tiny field mice scurrying looking for food. to the
giant grazing cattle happily eating the young grass
Hammy hedgehog listens, his little tongue
is busy eating the cat food left out.
Jewel like blades of wet grass hide the
Koi carp swimming
lazily in the garden ponds, enjoying the sun's warmth.
Many beds of daffodils their perfume intermingle with the
nearby tulips who stand tall, their many hues
overcome your senses, the tiny snowdrops
perfume infuse with the hyacinths as they all
quietly make the colour and perfume of Spring.
Raised temperatures, bring out the people to enjoy the
sunshine to their bones, lifting their souls.
Taking notes of what has survived the winter,
unhappy when they find a favourite
variety of plant
wilted under the pressures of winter's
Yes, spring means a smile to the face, a tear to ones eyes,
zest to the soul.
Penned 22 February 2015
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2015