The birds think it’s spring, some of the trees are convinced and certainly there are a bunch of midges who are in no doubt at all. The wall lizards have thawed and are already skittering hither and yon and the squirrel is haring around the woods with bubbles in his blood. We had breakfast outside so maybe – hard to believe that less than three weeks ago we were snowed in, quite literally unable to go to town.
Anyway, the garden is calling gently, the Muse is still musing and so I will pop this on the page today and wish everyone clear skies and birdsong.
Dawnlight early beaming
Birdlets cheeping, peeping
Berries, cherries greening
Roses flaming gold.
Solstice half year ending
Swallows looping, bending
Promised beauty now unfold
Websilk spinning, humming, singing
Earthheart overflowing with the living of it all.