March 2015

And a young pheasants’s fancy turns also to thoughts of Spring…

Pheasant sings his heart.
She, almost invisible,
listens, sees, chooses.



With each day, it seems, Spring makes new inroads…

Mont bretia is back.
New shoots feather the bright glade.
Soft breeze strokes the nap.



And all of a sudden, it’s here….

Gorse and daffodils:
over-night bright profusion.
Spring’s opening move.



Definite change in the air…

Spring came this morning.
Rummaged through last year’s cast-offs.
Chose fresh, new, green clothes.