Arrival of Spring

Primroses may cover the bank

And crocii appear rank on rank –

Spears of deep purple, yellow and white

While snowdrops are swaying little and light;

But the particular signs that Nature will bring

To herald the final arrival of spring:

Not newborn lambs skipping

Nor March hares leaping –

But that magical, mystical, revelatory moment

When the world is suddenly filled with he scent

Which catches the senses holding them fast,

Reminding us of days long past –

Beyond present bodily aches and pain

To relive the days of our youth once again

When young in heart life’s praise we’d sing

Picturing back to the very first days of Spring

                                                                                                                             2005