February golden light,
Beaming through the trees.
Leaving troubles behind,
Right now the world feels at ease.
The landscapes full of hope,
With catkins and wildflower shoots.
Frogs are starting to spawn,
And sap rising from the roots.
Woodpeckers drumming the bark,
As tummies are growing with young.
Days are getting lighter,
The changes have begun.
Gorse is flowering bright,
From where the birds are starting to call.
Imminently longer, warmer days,
For all creatures great and small.
By Jen Blaxall