Primeval forces need no prompts
Behold in nearby woodland glade
Lenten's finest Spring parade!
Signs of revival - the sun's out
While we, still cold, «cast ne'er a clout»;
My windowbox to my surprise
Fills with parsley, mint and chives...
A potted jasmine - a friend's gift
Sat on my windowsill adrift
Asleep all winter and neglected
Now in the sunshine re-connected!
I catch a waft of sweet perfume
As its graceful tendrils come in bloom.
While rosy pink on neighbour's bower
Some hyacinths burst into flower
I wonder if my neighbour sees
This fragile, febrile, magic frieze?
(c) Poet in the woods 2020
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