What a joy looking through the window,
this morning was special;
Frost had given way to gentle sun.
Above all, a whole hamlet of Snowdrops sang,
I promise you, they really did.
Dressed in shining white against darker hues,
they called us to celebrate too.
To celebrate the return of life,
from hidden slumber in the ground.
I looked up at the Lilac tree above
It wouldn’t be outdone, their buds were swollen
also singing of spring.
Blackbirds and Robins were feeding on the lawn,
My special Robin came to the windowsill.
We twittered together of many things
and he taught me to sing.
I opened the window and fed him sunflower seeds,
He twittered happily so I think he was pleased.
Now, I am twittering to you,
glad of the lesson I learnt;
There is always beauty in each day.
I better go, my coffee is getting cold.
© miriam ivarson