In The Waking!
It’s the first day of March and the Sun is shining,
And I am greeted by the song of the birds!
A nearby woodpecker drums and beats out a rhythm,
With Buzzard – Crow and Robin – holding a melody to my words!
The buds are swelling on the trees and their waking,
As they have journeyed through the wind and the rain!
The Goat Willow buds stand proud with their whiting,
The old Hawthorn stands at a 45° angle – from the elemental strain!
Having pottered the outer circle and finished with the preening,
A quiet moment with the snowdrops now in the fullness of their birth!
Continuing with the ending of the runaway and its draining,
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes – Toad greets my toil with the Earth!
All around me nature makes its way in the waking,
With the squawking of squabbles and the callings of the day!
I stop to watch the quivering of the undergrowth before me,
And Mother Mole casts out her youngster – he’s off to make his way!