A new breath floats in far from the south
Spring fever catches me wide in the mouth
Sleep patterns change as nature seeks renewal
A burning sky sparks a desire to refuel
Even the trembling leaves turn to the sun
Trooping their colours for spring has begun
Time to restock, life surges ahead
Birds tend to nests, new beaks to be fed
Sleepers have awoken, holed up from the frost
Hungry, they’re hunting with roads to be crossed
Rivers to tread, then upstreams to search
Gardens to plunder, rose beds at the church
The clocks go forward, only one hour
Gifting gardeners light to tend to their bowers
Unnoticed by hunters, not managed by time
Like foxes planning slyly the perfect crime