Sping

The bushes lay dormant 

And all is still, as a yellow globe peers down. 

Rays of light say begin...

Starlings move in black clouds And stage a performance. 

Green stalks hail the King of Bethlehem. 

A blue mirror sails by 

As a pale green tide waves 

And birds squawk in joy. 

The misty dusk of the past is all forgotten 

As eyes from a silvery trail peep out of their houses. 

Sleeping nut thieves jump out of their bedding 

And mosaics of colour shout. 

Merlin waves his magic wand 

As the Queen of life pollinates ,

Shaking to make a pill 

That is a remedy for many. 

From nature, white pearls 

And bells of blue lay a carpet. 

I sit on a pub bench with my golden hops 

And a feeling of warmth 

As I ponder the past winter.