- 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…