January 11th 2012

I can't believe it's January
the sun has shone all day
the thrush is singing in the Ash
there's not a hint of grey
and though the day is still so short
it makes me want to say
that Spring is only just around the corner.

The catkins hang like lambs' tails
in the nutbush by the hedge
The moss is looking brighter
where it grows upon the ledge
and though I know there's plenty time
for Nature's snowy dredge,
it feels like spring is just around the corner.

Not three weeks yet since solstice
yet it feels we're halfway there
the garden has an air to it
that doesn't have a care.
Let fill-dyke February come try her,
but still she'd best beware
even though it feels like Spring is round the corner.