back to life

a subtle hint of pink

a yellow daffodil wink

buds are pressing out

 

the promise of a surge

that flourish, that urge

the springs elastic return

 

a promise and an oath

fulfilled again

 

the bulbs light up the bed

brighter than any electric led

 

the tide hibernal ebbs away

and a first flow of new begins

smell it fresh in the air

 

soon the green canvas

will be spattered with colour

no more monochrome

 

the wagtails are strutting

all Saturday Night Fever

and Staying Alive

 

the wood pigeons coo

sweet nothings into

their loved-up ears

 

next the thirsty swallows

will dive bomb the pond

to quench on the wing

 

Mr Electric Blue

the virulent kingfisher

already whizzing around

 

coming back to life

with a stretch

and a yawn