begins to stir,
listen and you might hear her yawn.
A soft breath of warmth
exhaling daffodils as she wakes.
Stretching out, she turns her soft round belly
to the sun,
lying back upon the grass –
grass which has come to life just today
filled with its clean green smell.
Proud tall blades
risen from the ashes of winters’ apathy.
She picks a daisy and blows it to the sky.
‘Thank you for the spring’