Robin hearts cry out,
responses ride high on light spring air.
Early morning uses every pretext to bloom.
Sun-gold clasps every wanderer
like a lover.
Treasures open at their feet
and spread above
as blue as cornflower.
It’s late April
and the day is made of mirrors,
reflecting endlessly.
Dew burns off
and caravans of dandelion fluff follow.
It’s a crack in time,
beautifully rendered,
a tribute to spontaneity and cheer.
