Clear blue sky
Just a slight early morning chill in the air
But the hedgerows tinged with fresh green
Highlighting the gold of the daffodils
Bluetits flit and flutter
And here and there the early bee
My seed trays showing signs of life
Of what is yet to be
My south country hills
Have come alive
After winters deadly hold
Daffodil and crocus
Now in colors oh so bold
Lovers walk now hand in hand
Now winter gloom has passed
Sad grey faces now tinged with a pink glow
Spring gladness
Reborn at last

The days always had Red Robin and Cyril
And us two sitting on the cold back step
You ninety - four and me in my late forties
Red Robin came forward, hop, hop, hop
And took the cheddar from you old man.

Days of simplicity when the bluetits nested
And the birdtable was filled with seeds daily
Your strong hands, tapped up the peanut tin
Your son shaved the stubble on a rough chin
This quietness was rewarded by many birds.

Love Mary ***

The bluetits dash about
The blackbird sings
The robins flick their tails
and bounce
The thrush rustles
through the dead leaves
and the blackbird sings

Soon there will be eggs to coddle
nestlings to feed
and the blackbird will be too busy
to sing