Spring morning.

The sky's still dark, but in the East a  pearly rim defines the Earth.

Venus reigns, but still the least star shines out, for all it's worth.

I'm greeted by an icy breeze that sneaks around the garden fence.

Gently dancing through the trees, it shakes them where they're not so dense.

Reminded now to fetch a wrap  and slippers for my freezing feet;

I also find a woolly cap, and curl up on the v'randa seat.

I watch the sky grow paler now, as stars retreat, one star by one,

The distant planets take a bow, soon Venus holds court on her own.

The sky grows warmer, apricot; and golden linings trim the haze;

Venus fades to just a dot,then vanishes through brilliant rays.

I sit and wait till Sol appears, peeping through the mountain gap,

He floods away all night-time fears, as Bonsie^[1] curls up in my lap.

The sunshine tips the trees with gold, and one by one picks out the leaves,

The scene repeated as of old, sun warms the nests beneath the eaves.

The birds awake and hurry out, to find the seed I sprinkled there.

They ruffle feathers, hop about, and don't even know I care!

The golden sun leaps higher still, tiptoeing for a wider view:

It finds a golden daffodil, the first of Spring,  soon there'll be two!

A robin calls, then full of song, he welcomes in another day.

"O praise the Lord, nothing is wrong; Spring, dear Spring is on her way!”