A charm of Sweet Williams greets me
A sky-grey Pigeons claps away
Blue-Bonnets work the hedgerow 
Tree and hedge are drawn in charcoal 
black against the morning sky
Shy Shufflewings pipe gently as they 
here-and-there along the wayside
Rain mizzles in 
shouldering the last slivers of blue from the morning’s palette 
A blackbird rockets from the hazel thicket
Robin red breast sings up the meadows 
A blue-tit calls out from a hawthorn
Another busy-bodies in the brambles
Silver-Wing and Bobby compete
A blackbird joins the choir
A tiny brown wren makes me smile
Two for joy