21st March

Soft into the spring
A gentle frost
Silvers the grasses
And the green hill beckons
In the blue
All my daffodill’d milestones
Are shining and glorious
And dancing to the music
Of the skylarked moss
Stonechats clicking
And twittering finches
Dazzle in gold
In the low early light
There’s a weight
To this lightness
A drawing of breath
Each twig on the oak
Loaded and ready
To sing to the spring
#poetry