Awakened by the robin’s song,
And watched the rose-pink glow of dawn,
And listened to the Blackbirds sing;
At last! The long awaited spring?

The spear-like shoots, in battled locked
With long-chilled earth, in window box –
Win through; soon scillas, sweet, will sway and glow
Where once was naught but drifts of snow.

Wood-pigeons “coo” in tall fir trees.
And doves glide gently on the breeze
Magpies chatter and glean food to store
And in spirals – steep the seagulls soar.