Easter Saturday ... too still
No neighbours – just small birds who trill;
The wood behind my house remains
A solace after this week's strains.
Immutable are Nature's laws
A warmer wind sweeps woodland floors
The sun though wan, breaks through at last
The worst of winter cold is past.
Snowdrops, modest, now parade
With daffodils – they're not afraid
To show the world their fragile splendour
And create an image to remember...
(c) Poet in the woods 2016