Show me the flowering crocus,
At home, I wish we were,
As rain showers softly soak us
And seeds beneath us stir.
White carpets of anemones grow,
Enhance the woodland scene,
While in the brook, the waters flow,
With pebbles in between.
Buds are opening on the trees;
Hear blackbird’s liquid song.
The murmuring of the bumble bees,
On catkins all day long.
See newborn lambs in pastures green,
Primroses on the banks
And blackthorn’s white blossom screen
March hares up to their pranks.
The daffodils are here – and here,
Birds busy with their nest.
Secret delights unfold each year;
Springtime is richly blessed.