Rustling voices grassland stirs
lisping to trees and flowers:
rising in branches of the firs,
whispering to nesting bowers
urging birds to sing of Spring.
Snowdrops, shamrock, greet
Winter’s sun and shyly bring
crocus out in lane, brae, street.
Now bare lilac buds melt away
frosty hints of doubt and sorrow,
drooped with tears of rain today,
they shall laugh in leaf  tomorrow.

As for you and me? A fresh refrain:
“Take new heart – Begin Again!”

TOBIAS