I woke to a grey
cloudy miserable sky pressed
against bedroom pane

I heard a crow caw
then another one flew by
cawing much louder

o spring I close my
eyes and I see your flowers
and I smile wide

butteflies flutter
so softly gently pretty
in bluest of sky

leaves blossom in love
making trees happy again
I then open eyes

I smell my daughters
strawberry forest fruity
dark berry candle

it whiffs through warm air
circling swirling dancing
a fabulous show

the soft fluffy grey
carpet strokes my ancient feet
easing my old age

of yes old age is
flowing in, most mornings
my skeleton gets bored

a flower in vase
brightens up my kitchen
with a summer feel

I shall not let cold
winter get to me , instead
i find pretty things

to keep my heart
growing until spring casts
her wonderful spell

of brighter skies and
lovely ladybirds who
kindly blow kisses