The winter slowly fades into memory As spring arrives in the vacuum to be… A swallow on the wing, a bee in the sun For the season has changed, spring has begun A carpet of bluebells, a primrose yellow in the glade An ancient oak tree opens it’s green cloak and the meadow awakes A chiff chaff calls & the cuckoo arrives for a day An orange tip passes me on the old country lane For my ancestors saw the same seasonal change It’s a wonder of delight and a song to remain A passing of time, an orbit of magic & love For it has no religion, or worship any god It’s a gospel of cycles From one age to the next It’s a rebirth of life It all connects For spring is an egg, for spring is a seed For everything follows…..this awakening…
