Have you ever taken a detour through a tiny clump of trees?

The snowdrops and the crocuses
have hemmed the woodland track
advance word of the advent of
daffodils
whose stems are groaning, stretching

they overtake the sleeping grass
as the late frost nips impatient shoots
fooled by the lengthening sun-washed day

We dallied through the dapples
of the final twig-drawn silhouettes
the softer soil begins to yawn
and Spring teases
with her promise of warmer smiles