Poezja

The last winter chill is in the cold wind
and yet it’s the very first day of spring
with seedlings awakening from their deep sleep,
with fruit trees covered with their own buds
and as the weather goes the rain does fall
with the sweet smell of new life everywhere
and the sparrows, swallows, doves and weavers
are twittering as they frolic around
while the bees buzz from flower to flower
as fast as they open to the bright sun.