Spring Sonnet.

Woodland primroses.

With some restraint she points up to the sun,

her twisted willow, budding fingernails,

now painted hookers green, spring has begun,

her catkins drop and fill the garden pails.

Green posts shoot up then nod their yellow heads.

 Warm spring winds whizz through waking everyone.

The daisies laugh inside warm comfy beds.

The snowdrops know that winter isn’t done.

The tulip pokes her nose up...it’s too cold,

she nips back down until the sun is higher.

 Iris arise, purple, straight, gold and bold.

insects buzz they’re early summer fliers

The blackbird’s song flutes over the garden

Spring birdsong do make my soul feel heartened.

copyright Diana Leighton 2017