I ambled idly on the mound That hosted snowflakes, drops and squills,
Snowdrops
Tapestries gracing ancestral estates Welcome mats trimming our public park gates
Sunflowers and Squirrels
Radial rhythm – Taps seed to feed agouti Whiskers, fingers twitch.
Roots, Fruits, Seeds and Weeds
The last of the early Spring bulbs have gone over now.
