SPRING IS PILLING

At last they've come, the snowdrops white,
they fill my heart with pure delight.
Beneath the trees, they look like snow.
(Fair Maids of February they're called you know.)

Here are the daffodils robed in yellow,
each one a fine upstanding fellow.
A golden miracle every Spring,
a sweep of daffs makes my heart sing.

A walk in the woods, look what I've found,
a carpet of primroses on the ground.
All Summer and Autumn they've been asleep,
yet never fail to make Spring sweet.

Look over here! What a magical find,
violets of every single kind;
purple and white and pale pink too,
I didn't know that these things still grew!

Deep in my heart I'm contented and glad,
to lose these special flowers would be sad.
The next generation may be bereft,
we must protect what we've got left.

 

Copyright © Norma Southwood 2007