There upon the apron of the meadow by the stream,
Were celandines cavorting wildly jostling to be seen.
Around about the sunshine stared examining the trees,
And in my ears the song of birds came wafting on the breeze.
It’s Spring, it’s Spring was nature’s shout to shake out all serene,
An echo sending buds and shoots of every colour green.
The quickening pace of all that lives came suddenly to mind,
Such flood of flowers and creatures seems in Heaven so designed.
The newness of the world came fresh with promise young and clean,
Such wonders where proud bluebells stand as pristine figurines.
I leave the wood anemone to soak in dappled light,
And make for home to polish windows, floors and handles bright.
© 2020 Jim Loft