Awakening

The winter slowly fades into memory
As spring arrives in the vacuum to be
A swallow on a wing, a bee in the sun
For the season has changed , spring has begun
A carpet of bluebells & a primrose yellow in the glade
As an ancient oak tree opens it's green cloak & the meadow awakes
A chiff chaff calls & the cuckoo arrives for a day
A orange tip passes me on the old country lane
For my ancestors saw the same seasonal change
It's a wonder of delight and a song to remain
A passing of time, an orbit of magic & love
For it has no religion or worship any god
It's a gospel of cycles
From one age to the next
It's a rebirth of life
It all connects
For spring is an egg ...spring is a seed
For everything follows.......this awakening.....