At last Spring is here so that I could take our baby outside into the garden without a marathon session of bundling up (him and me both). Instead we just walked out into the garden as we were and could touch and smell to our hearts' content. Trembling with excitement he brushed his hands across the many crisp leaves of bluebells, poked at our pebbledashing, stroked the bark of the appletrees, crushed a daffodil (I was too slow to save it), smelt lavender, sage and rosemary and when I sat him on the grass leaned forwards and grabbed handfuls, urgently stuffing them in his mouth while I tried to get them back out again. Springtime!

Spring

I’m shouting

I’m singing

I’m swinging through trees

I’m winging skyhigh

With the buzzing black bees.

I’m the sun

I’m the moon

I’m the dew on the rose.

I’m a rabbit

Whose habit

Is twitching his nose.

I’m lively

I’m lovely

I’m kicking my heels.

I’m crying “Come Dance”

To the fresh water eels.

I’m racing through meadows

Without any coat

I’m a gamboling lamb

I’m a light leaping goat

I’m a bud

I’m a bloom

I’m a dove on the wing.

I’m running on rooftops

And welcoming spring!