Winter-Summer-Summer-Winter
Spring
Spring
Let it ring
In your ears
The sound, smell, touch, taste, sight
Of spring.
Four seasons
One of four
Then two, three, four
Spring.
Awake like
Daffodils and
Snowdrops
Primrose and
Lamb born
Bird song
Bees buzz
Tree blush
Spring.
The accent of sky
Clean light and
Air not yet quite dense
Nor rushed
Pollen kissed
Spring.
Once there were
Four seasons
When each one
Begot the next
Each shade different
And that was
England
They said.
Today is hot in
March
And the UK has
Lost its
Cool water
Tree bud
Slow, steady
Shortened
Spring
I reckon.
