Winter Garden

It’s winter still,

But won’t be long,

Till the air will fill

With sweet birdsong.

Above the tree,

The sky is grey.

I long to see

The squirrels play.

I close my eyes

And breathe it in.

Then go inside,

To the biscuit tin!

Thanks for reading my first Vocal poem! I hope you enjoyed it. All winter long I desperately wait for Spring to come - to see the new leaves on the trees and hear the little baby birds calling out to ther parents. I long for warmer days and longer evenings. But there is joy to be found in the still quietness of a winter day. I wanted to capture that feeling in words before spring finally arrives