Signs of Spring

A primrose hugs the still-cold earth

White doves coo-coo to herald birth

Lambs tails, a-quiver, display their mirth

Whilst willows wince at cold reflection

their long leaves lashed in each direction

God's covenant rainbow arcs once more

The moon turns tide upon the shore

These time-worn signs of ancient lore

Witch-hazel's wood breaks into flowers

And charcoal clouds erupt in showers

All this laid out as nature's tryst

The golden east as catalyst

The sun comes up, the earth is kissed

The biting snow then melts away

The snowdrop blooms on this new day

Meg Marsden