Sparrows spice an April noon
slice a path through the cedar,
pepper virginal skies,
beaks sprouting with nests.
 
Wings unzip a tart breeze
rise over pear coloured fields,
the zing and zest of cinnamon feathers
flash beneath budding branches.
 
Wild garlic stings the moist air,
reeks through lukewarm crevices,
innocent bells on long loopy stems
emerge from pine scented forests.
 
Snow trickles the mountains
seeps through wildflower meadows,
hooks to the wings of a marsh butterfly
sprinkling a new spring to life.     

© by Máire Morrissey-Cummins.
Used with the author’s permission.