Mist over the meadow
Fog on the tops
Not cold at all
But fresh
Daffodils light the gloom
And there you are
Beautiful voyager
Celebrating your arrival
With a joyful shout
Utterly present
But invisible today
Like the Snipe drumming
The Curlew calling
The lark above me
Descending
In gentle arabesques
The geese are on the meadow
And misty spring is here.
#CoSopoetry