Houses and fields, houses and fields
Crows on the wires, like a string of black beads.
A whistle blows, my destination it looms
Lost in my thoughts, it arrives all to soon.
I step on the platform and straighten my skirt
My phone starts to beep with a string of alerts.
I exit the station and hop in my car
a train carries on stopping near and afar.
The countryside glows with the promise of spring,
the mowers are mowing and the songbirds sing.
Bleating young lambs add to the sound,
daffodils trumpet, woodpeckers resound.
Crocus and primrose make gardeners proud,
village greens full of these glorious crowds.
Buds on the trees seem to whisper and hush,
magnolias show off and camelias blush.
Joy is a fling with the nature of spring,
smiles that come from the simplest of things.
Open the windows, let in the light
there is hope in the air, ready for flight.
Poem by Collette O’Mahony