Winter's Witch Worked Wicked Ways

Rejoice the end of deathly days when winter's witch worked wicked ways. Free from dark times we sing our praise. Now sap flows after its long fast. Snowdrops flare white in bright contrast. Buds nourished, now they swell and burst. From blackest loam to spectrum glow. Bold blue, rich purple, bright yellow and subtle shades of pastel show. Aloft, we hear the 'caw-caw' cry as fledglings flap and flare and try. Some instinct keeps them in the sky. Pond nymphs nourished and near full size, awaiting warmth from summer skies. Then shed their shell, make damselflies. Rejoice the start of golden days. Nature completes her complex ways. For her magic we sing our praise.