Spring

The once bare branches of the trees

Are all awash with colour,

Swathes of bright green veils

Softening and covering their sharp angularity.

Plants in the border too are showing signs of life.

As winds from the freezing North

Veer towards the warmer West

Daily I venture out to work and feed

The sodden, frozen earth.  Now is the time

I longed for when packets are sorted

And seeds inserted in their appointed beds.

The sun is warming on my back

As I stoop to fill the gaps with new young plants

From the Nursery and move a rose or two.

But there must come a time of rest

To find a warm and sunny spot

To sit and view the wonders spreading everywhere

Now Spring is here.

                                                       5 May 2008