First Day of Spring

The wind’s still chill but what a joy
To feel the sun the frost destroy
Once dead twigs sprout forth new leaves
Heralding spring as winter grieves.

It’s lost the fight, it’s in retreat
As midday now is warm and sweet
It’s commonplace to see a smile
As the days get longer; in a while

We’ll all wend homewards in the light
Recognising friends on sight
And although the change is slow
Each garden now will start to grow.

In pride of place the daffodils
Whose bright heads bob on window sills
Our step is light, devil-may-care
As there’s optimism in the air.

(c) Poet in the woods 2014