She’s been whispering for weeks now,

just a hint of a melody at first,

and a soft warm breath noticed at the base of the neck.

The light longer and brighter,

changing with the fastening beat of the season,

tickety tick, tickety tick…

no longer the slow deep boom of winter,

it’s a light footed dance from grass blade to flower,

notes skipping from one side to another.

This is spring and she’s drawing us out,

with promises of picnics, new garden beds and ideas,

a warbling magpie joins in with an accompanying beat,

she too knows this annual tune,

this is the Song of Spring.