Greying, frost burned branches,
hanging low as they sun turns
and warms them, calling out,
nature yawns and slowly wakes.
Slowly the buds come and each
sunny day fresh green mixes
with the winter gloom and cold,
giving hope of a golden rebirth.
Everywhere around daisies glow,
tiny violets and bluebells delight,
their blue melding together with,
sky and the wave whispering shore.
Then, gorse buds glow with sunlight,
their smiling faces as snapdragons
pulsing, gilding the grassy landscape
glowing even on the darkest days.
April time. The gold painted gorse
fills the cool air with sweet coconut,
and sunlight smiles back at the sky,
with joy for the
glorious blooms on smiling gorse.