Spring Poem

The first day of spring

And I hear the birds sing their hearts out

They all know their parts; Calling to a mate

Marking their territory

And all are merry with their refrains.

It’s the start of a new season

A reason for us all to be joyful

The light lasts longer; The night is shorter.

We can dream of walks among a field

Of daffodils and bluebells

My soul is singing with the sun

A dream of summer as Spring is begun

Birds and flowers and life

Sprouting up from the everlasting cup

Of nature’s cycles.