The first really warm day of the year.
There is a calm: a sweet content,
while sitting in contemplation
on a warm spring washed day
when celandines sprig yellow
beneath a mossy bough,
and daffodils upraise their heads
to greet the hand of warmth.
Days grow long to take their ease
and birds a’courting go
the blackbird calls his song anew,
and sings the hour away.