Earlier

Buds begin to swell and bloat as blossomtime the hedges feel

Tulips push towards the moon, in rush the turning of the wheel.

Dormant thoughts awake and stretch acknowledging that time is real

Ramsons scent on Marches breeze, with eyes we notice whats’ revealed.

Mating birds in nesting form as hours lengthen surely must

Celandine begins to show as nature pushes raw in thrust

Wintertime a memory, the everchanging story just

Of life within the cymru hills, so simple in its glory, trust.

A dandelion clocks appears so early in the season

A frothy headed lollipop, a seedhead full of reason

The catkins dangle diligent no thought inside of treason

Instead the flow of come and go within its nether region.

A spell of dryness from the sky has made the terra firmer

The golden flash of daffodils rejoice the air is warmer

Beyond the bud a beckoning, full circle in returning

As spring continues tingling, full striven in its yearning.

My ears accord the trill of lambs who from their mothers wander,

Who frolic as they find their legs and gambol in meander,

Who suckle back to find a teat, a milky sense of plunder

And sing the song of tides in March and cast their call asunder.

And so the stage is set once more for life and what prevails

A narrative of neverending nuance here in Wales

In passing days the ancient ways move forward as on rails

To call at stations soon to come as truth becomes unveiled.