Spring 

and the trees aching 

In their beauty

reach towards the sky. 

Bare branches carry waiting leaves. 

And above, shades of pale blue and gray 

stained with 

shining white–we think it is yellow

but it is really more than that.

It is the colour of day

Spreading its light

Over houses thatched with grass.  

And the landscape 

blooms

with shades of yellow, gold and green;

turned earth 

and shadows breathe relief

while rows of knotted willows

guard the lanes

like sentinels waiting.