Spring

A restless breeze makes the birds flutter,
Whilst coffee brews and toast melts butter.
The clammy air hugs my skin
And chokes my pores with essence of Spring.

The day is long and the night is short,
And the clouds have given pause for thought
To a cloudless sky of azure blue,
As the sun evaporates morning dew.

The cats play beside the barn,
And the cattle chomp their feed.
The Earth swings gently 'round the sun,
And a storm grows, bruises and bleeds.