The winter pause goes on and on but spring is almost here,
as if by magic bees on blossoms suddenly appear.
Anemones in woodland glades, primroses and cowslips,
Blackthorn, and cherry plums,
a garden in the landscape.
Pink dawns and silver sunsets,
Fierce winds then gentle breezes,
Rainbows after rain,
Waiting, always waiting, for dark grey skies to brighten
Into canopies of blue.
Nest building, birds singing, golden dawns and crimson sunsets,
days are longer, feel the colour,
earth brown fields are emerald green.
The long pause is nearly over
and Life begins again.