The north wind blew it's kisses, on the bluebells on the ground.
The springtime Honeysuckle tangles around the garden  fence.
The garden tree, it gleams with green, the petals fallen now.
Last years garden furniture is ready for scrubbing.
It bore the weather's dreadful beats,
The dog scoots like a loony *****.
Summer's coming bearing riches.
It is still cold, the sunshine glows.
April showers tickle my nose.
The hail stones are echoing, upon the slanting roof.
Nothing left to do, but wait for warmth to come.
Ladies and gentleman.
Prepare for the sun!
(C) LIVVI