The day arrives without fluster
quiet dawn makes a slow reveal
behind grey masquerading cloud
relaxed after yesterday’s wild
bluster. The heavy rolls persist
their couch-potato languor, idle
imitations of persistent
winter foiled by the gleam of spring,
confident now, established by
ladybirds, lily beetle, bees,
butterflies, wood louse – all manner
of fluttering, scurrying, creep;
and beady eyes of foraging
birds intent on satisfying
the constant hunger of new life.
The tiny dinosaur cousins
evolving in my laurel hedge
will soon, too soon, be stretching out
their newly feathered wings, dancing
on the fence, glossy in summer
sun, singing their very own song.