Well, it's that time of year, the buds are opening, daffodils appearing and birds star
Footsteps of winter stumble into spring;
As trees breathe their dead to life
Insects crawl from dreams of invasion.
A symphony of beaks tunes up
To a metronome of sun and moon
And the year’s new wind conducts.
Stream shatters over still rocks
To splash and catch cold spectrum
As it shifts to kinder colours.
As light lures life from buds
Motes of photons swim still air,
Ignite cold eyes, plough life
Into fields where cricketers wear white
And evergreens pause and wink
As innings change over below them.
Roots fixed and deep still take their
Footsteps through time, pause
Before the sprint into summer.