Snowdrops in dresses
affirm with their nodding
that nature's excesses
are about to come knocking.
It can't hit fast enough:
I've weathered the darkness
and found it tough,
welcome blackbirdness and larkness.
In a glimpse yesterday
the sun shone. The birds sang
that spring is on the way.
Where leaves will hang
there are bare, spindly branches
save for holly, griselinia, laurel,
the evergreen enhancers
that offer a moral:
Not all of my green is native
or obviously not,
but is a part of the team
of my plot's melting pot.
The time's here at last,
get me out of this house
throw me onto the grass
reach in, Spring, pull me out.
Wrap me in roots searching for light,
trap me by shoots striving for height,
dizzy my eyes with lambs in the fields,
busy my ears with the buzzing of bees.
Make me a part of the seasons of rays
'til the glimpse of the start of the dark and damp days.
Then I will retreat at the same time as you,
and wait for the call of the macho cuckoo.
