Ode to Spring

Forming a watercolour from a sketch –
new blooms and leaves are springing up on trees.
At five o’clock the pigeons squall and kvetch –
one wants to grab them by the neck and squeeze.

Deciduous adults drop woolly socks,
teenagers sprout knees and belly-buttons,
their clothes bloom into heterodox;
the streets are full of lambs that dress as muttons.

The warming sun incites the happy shirkers
as winds are loosing their winter punch.
The lawns fill with blooming office workers
and rubbish left from their picnic lunch.

The fuel-poor stop heating and start eating,
with fuller stomachs hearts begin to sing.
As life begins anew, the sheep are bleating.
The spring has come. Hooray for blooming spring.