Can you hear the rumbles

  
Can you hear the rumbles  
daffodils and cowslips  
stirring in the grass?  
Worms and beetles feel the heat  
the bird bath sheds its ice,  
Euphorbias with pale green furls  
impatient to be first.  
Time to prune the roses,  
lavenders' greying whiskers  
untrimmed in the fall,  
better late than never.  
The frost has nipped a few,  
but the pineapple tree unconcerned,  
silver leaves beneath the cedar,  
its sweet un-English scent  
overwhelms summer evenings  
mixing with the Merlot and  
neighbours’ drunken laughter.  
Winter short as ever,  
never stays for long,  
like us does not like the cold !  
Fought the snow since Christmas,  
let us have our sledge and grumbles  
knows we'll soon forget.