Your Words on Spring

  

Your Words on Spring

By Jane Goodhew

 

Listening to your words on Spring

As I walked past a tree bare of leaves                  

I heard a cacophony of sound

That could have filled the Albert Hall

Looking up I saw so many birds happy that they were back    

 

                

 

And looking down there was green

Of stems pushing through the once frozen soil

And soon a flower would bloom

 

If you wander through the woods

You may already spot

The snowdrop standing bold upright

Like a guard outside the palace

But being shy they prefer to stay protected

Beneath the sturdy oak

With a white cap upon their pretty heads

So, they may blend in with any lingering flurries of snow or fros 

                                     

Unlike the golden daffodil

So bold and bright      

Who reminds you of the sun

That is trying so hard to shine

Go further out and in the fields

Lambs are suckling from their mothers breast.

 

                                   

 

If they hear you, they may run as startled by the sound

But she just stands her ground knowing they will soon come skipping back

So, they can snuggle up to her At night 

when they will be disturbed by blood curdling howls of Foxes

As he prowls the land looking for his mate

Or a tasty meal for his first date

Copyright Jane Goodhew