A clearing sky nice to have it dry, seven days after Saint Valentine's,
Bullfinches and blackbirds, newly paired, chirp in bushes and on washing lines
Upper Raybrook follows its winding course, through sacred garden that's in jeopardy
Unfurling buds upon the hawthorns, early blooms of the gorse flowering free
Blackthorns creamy blossom in profusion above the lesser celandine and saffrons
Welcome sunlight gleams through the naked stems
A stunning tinge of gorgeous bronze galanthus bow their snowy little heads,
Neighbouring the evergreen harts-tongue frond
Silver bird roars high on overhead, for her supersonic jaunt across the big pond
Hazels drooping catkins and pussy willow imaged in the dark, yet limpid lake
Alder stems encrusted in ochre lichen heron alights for a welcome break
Honking gaggle of geese destroy the peace arrive with a total lack of poise,
Fisher birds upon a rotting stump, plum orange breasts, wings brilliant turquoise
Delicate fresh trumpets of the first narcissi, February gold and tiny tete a tete
Yellow forsythia and sweet scented jasmine signal seasons change, sealing winter's fate!