Song of Spring

There's a soft subtle change to sunlight now    
perhaps bringing an echo of some spring,    
and a great bustling sound now all around    
the various garden birds twittering  
   
within the still cold barrenness of trees    
but, there's a kinda lightness to the rain    
falling on the snowdrops on the browned green    
of last year's grass, as the crocuses strain    
   
to bring their colour into this new light,
and crisper brisk beats to people's swift feet    
mimicking scudding clouds in their bright heights    
in hurriedness of new mornings to greet.    
   
I used to think spring was somewhat misnamed    
Being the winter slugabed, spring changed...