Spring is Here

I look upon the Wolds so fair,
Where spring has ushered life anew;
With daffodils beyond compare,
And carpets bright of snowdrops too.

Winter’s gloom has long-since passed,
So down the lane I briskly stroll;
With hope and joy unsurpassed,
The glory of spring I now extol.

What’s that I see before me now?
A cloud of starlings – so controlled -
A murmuration - so strange I vow,
Wheeling and swooping above the Wold.

And past the copse I gaily walk,
Where rooks beyond now screech and scream;
And gulls ascending wheel and squawk -
Of such delights – I did but dream.

The sky’s so blue, the clouds so high,
The sun’s so warm - my mood’s so bright;
A time so fair - I can’t deny!
A season blessed that does delight.

Time to return – to ‘lock-down’ dread,
I enter my home and feel so bad;
What, I ask, now lies ahead?
A cup of tea – not so sad!

Just a footnote to state that the expression ‘…above the Wold.’ In the third verse is not meant to be ‘above the world’ but refers to a particular section of the local Yorkshire Wolds - as also referred to in verse 1.