The blue skies herald the first lark of spring
Almond blossom flutters in the breeze,
Small Tortoisehells will soon be on the wing
The first buds will be on the trees.
The magic of vernal tide is wondrous to behold
She fills me with joy, a passion she brings,
Every day a different story to be told
Lark ascends and the Mistle thrush he sings.
Take your time, enjoy the tulip and the yellow
Each day is a miracle I'm sure,
Tomorrow we'll see the Martin or the Swallow
For spring is knocking on our door!
Bounty 
