I love spring from our resident poet

I LOVE SPRING - FROM OUR RESIDENT POET

I LOVE SPRING

With all its prescient hope
And pristine greenery.
I watch buds swell
And rejoice when multicolour swathes
Transform the barren soil.
But, alas!
Spring also succours weeds
And voracious slugs and snails
Who rise from darkest depths
To dine on delicate shoots.
All too soon
Reveille sounds the call to battle.
Bend the knees,
Stretch the spine,
Flex the biceps and triceps,
Locate those gardening garments.
Struggling into mysteriously shrunken clothes
Of yesteryear (no fashionista here)
Vitality pulses through the veins.
Careful inspection of footwear –
No nesting field mice!
Assemble the weapons of war.
Spade, trowel, fork and gauntlets.
Open the garage door.
Let battle commence!
What a spectacle –
Rain, teeming from the-once-blue heavens.
Resolutely, decisions are made.
Collar is pulled up.
Nothing for it but –
A pot of tea –
And toasted teacake!
I love Spring!

From our resident poet