Winter-Summer-Summer-Winter

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.