Pom-pom-covered lambs bounce across the field
They take their first steps, becoming experts in no time
Their tails are paper chains of wool waving at each other
Radiant daffodils open to become even brighter
All I can see is canary yellow
In time I will see more
Murky branches fill with pink clouds as plum trees bloom
Snowflake-shaped petals look like snow in my hair
They smell like gooey honey and fuzzy fruit
Chattering sparrows whiz across the sky
Seeing who will come in first place
The tūī start their own race
The other spring flowers
Try to look better than the daffodils and blossoms
They don’t have much success
But their mission is not over
As new bulbs awaken underground
They rise out of the grubby dirt, prettier than ever
The last rainfall washes off
The remains of the dark undergrowth
This is my vision of spring
