Spring

Spring

Pimpernel, parsley, buttercup, rue
Shades of white, pink, yellow and blue,
Mayflower in hedgerow, elder there too
Frothy white petticoats nature doth show.

Candles on chestnuts shine through the leaves
Birds building nests in latter years’ sheaves
Elder and lilac perfume the breeze
From flower to flower the bumble bee weaves

Poppy peeks out, she sure isn’t shy
Soon she’ll be dancing in fields full of rye
Swallows and swifts swoop ‘cross the sky
As little Miss Butterfly flutters on by.