Dew kissed grasses moisten freeze-dried lips,
as thick coats discard to earth
recycled by beaks with intricate skills
working busily in flourishing hedges.
Violets, blues, yellows and pinks
rejuvenate a dreary palette accentuated
by reawakening greenness,
that sways in an air of optimism
Tuxedoed magpies chitter chatter,
strutting their stuff with a Travolta stride,
bullying flapping feathers
who threaten centre stage.
Yellow dusters shaken from open windows,
salute the welcome golden rays
that reveal unnoticed dust,
as mowers devour new growth
with their monotonous hum.
Shelved projects now seem possible,
as the gloom of long dark days,
is eclipsed from downtrodden hearts,
who smile easier at those who irritate
and disturb their inner peace.
Tight buds of hidden colour,
make secret promises to stun us
once the warmth of sunshine cajoles
their petals to open and inspire
while we applaude the peony
for her flirtatious dance.
Empty fields re-fill with powder puffs of leaping energy
watched by bleating mothers who munch on succulent pasture
as skittish heels fly round and round,
rejoicing in life, too good to be true.
Birdsong wakens us from slumber
while golden rays caress upturned faces,
with eyes closed as they listen to Natures song
beneath a backdrop of baby blue
with fine meshed clouds,
floating effortlessly into nowhere
as hordes of flapping wings,
return from faraway places.