Slow mizzles kiss stunning, luscious, Forget-me-nots
That have erupted from their winter shyness.
The Cuckoo calls rhythmically, musically, sporadically
Unconcerned with time kept by her namesake clocks
While the Moorhen swims swiftly across the narrow river
Keen on the snails that have reticently ventured out.
An old man with a noble dog walks carefully between the reeds
Across a concave, well walked wooden bridge.
A curious Robin peeks at the hopping hectic Blackbird
Two Magpies dig for treasure in the buttercup spangled grass
Where old Dandelions wait for the wind
Birdsong rich in range orchestrates nature’s ballad
Serenity has etched herself within the air of spring,
Engraved, forever, in my enchanted memory