Skies are still cloudy and grey and
trees across the fields look stark and bare,
but on the Birch tree quite close at hand
new life is beginning to stir.

Each tiny bud encased in a raindrop
shines like a crystalline tear,
for today fine rain mists the air
and a Blackbird is singing sweetly clear.

A herald of Spring not too far away
when blue skies and sunshine will follow,
new-born lambs in fields playfully frolic
and Primroses bloom in verge and hollow.

Jackie S Brooks ©
13 March 2004