Primavera (first draft)

Primavera

For once not mocked by cloud or Mother Nature

A village dozes in the warmth of Spring

Fusty rooms breathe through half open windows

Laburnums bring the pollen-heavy bees

And four-by-fours glide darkly down the road

Allotments burst with organic passion

The field is pocked with starlings from the trees

And rabbits play around the foxes' den

Dandelions gone, the buttercups succeed

And Blackthorn sloes begin their gentle set

Inside their houses villagers mistake comfort for safety, other plans aside

Beauty for soul...

At village end, earth movers wait,
Bindweed might be a better consummation

(Yes, I know it needs a lot of work!)