• A sense of warmth is tapping at the door;
    And hope, a feeling out from distant lore
    – Or so it seems – clears the deep refrain!

    Emerging youth: a dormant lea awakes.
    The raging colour, singing loud, partakes
    In annual birth – spring is born again!

    A zest anew for nascent life
    Begins in floral train:
    Carriage one: a snowdropp thrill;
    Carriage two: the crocus;
    Number three, a daffodil – dancing,
    Drawing focus – as she would,
    Attention seeker!

    How I love our spring:
    The bold and sleeker feel I get,
    An inner glow, a ring!
    I’ve paid the winter’s chilly debt, so
    Now upon the wing!