February 2016

Definitely Spring, primary colours appearing again….

Bright, yellow bunting,
hoisted by forsythia,
in welcome of Spring.



The dawn chorus is building with each passing day...

The spring day’s song-filled:
Robins from every quarter;
Pheasant clears his throat.



One day good, two days bad…

The sun ventures out.
Emerges from its hiding.
Pale and delicate.



Finally, sunny days, evenings still cold…

The sky blushes peach
behind viridian pines.
The mercury falls.