As another year approaches
On the back of a brisk breeze
The garden comes alive
Against the backdrop
Of a clear sky
Just a tiny silver plane high
In the distance
Dragging a short tail
Of vapour trail
Sun glances
Gilding the topmost branches
Of the silver birches
Last year’s yellow rags
Of willow leaves
Ripple and dance
Having seen
No winter frost or snow
The grass is still green
The yearly snowdrops
Remain unseen
© Kim M. Russell
writing in north norfolk 