March of Spring

Bare brown fingers of birchwood saplings
stretch to the growing warmth of the sun,
their feet still buried in cold wet mud.
 
Yellow catkins drip from hazel trees
while fern tongues loll over mossy walls,
as hours of daylight slowly lengthen.
 
Bright robins flit alongside the path
filling the hedgerows with cheerful song;
country lanes are beginning to stir.