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.