Make way for the new

hole in tree

Old Bark peeling

making way for the new

flapping in the wind

hanging on tight

flaking slowly

flying in the breeze

and a gap

to peep through

seeing the old changing

new life appearing

buds on trees

catkins dangling

taking a leaf

 spring as its poised

I need the same

shed the old

make way for the new

Spring is Poised

Catkins hang, softly moving in the breeze
Birds chirp merrily singing their happy news
Buds just showing, like jewels on the branches
Sun shines, warmth on my face
There’s a nip in the air
No frost in sight
And snowdrops peep through
The dead winter leaves
The first tell tale signs
Spring is poised.