The strange shades of spring
Days change and suddenly swing
A dangerous string

The strange shades of spring
Days change and suddenly swing
A dangerous string
The scent of springtime
Infuses the morning light
With quiet birdsong
Storm clouds roll on by
Catkins stream into the breeze
They whisper of spring
The catkins unfurl
Like sheep’s tails swing in the breeze
And birds will come back
As the first signs spring
They break the cold winter earth
Dreams break hearts in two
Bushes and branches
Consumed by flaming flowers
Burning bold and bright
The first bluebells ring
Newly arrived swallows sing
Sounds that smell of spring
Whitewashed with blossom
Bursting from coal black branches
Time for a spring clean
Black thorny blossom
Breaks dark spidery hedgerows
Into foamy spray
Apertures agape
Beside the blackthorn blossom
Creatures cast their clouts