Poem: The Bees are coming

 Didn't we miss

lots of seasons that time.

Wasn't it mostly dark and darker?

The sameness of things was hard to stomach.

 

Snowdrops, daffodils and crocuses

gave us colder days,

but we loved their coats and colours.

 

Now you notice the morning light

getting earlier and earlier.

The birdsong is welcome, 

you nearly hold your breath to listen,

you never knew nature 

and the seasons meant so much.

 

The buds are peeping

and popping.

Cherry blossom with its pink gush and blush

is ahead of you on all journeys - 

pick-ups and drop-offs

walks to the local beach.

 

The tadpoles are busy.

The caterpillar move is slow

but it is on,

entire families of them. 

 

The bees are coming

looking for nectar.

We are nicer 

looking for nectar too.

We are smiling - 

hope is hanging around

seedlings are sprouting

spring is here.

 

Rita Ann Higgins

from  'The Long Weekend' 2024