Yesterday we drove the short distance to the North Norfolk coast for a brisk Sunday walk. On the way, we saw clear signs that spring is already here, with trees and hedges already blossoming. What made me jump up and down in the passenger seat and point like a child were the catkins. When I was little, my grandmother would take me to Mitcham Common, close to where we lived on the edge of South London, pond dipping for tadpoles or looking for branches of catkins and pussy willow to take to school for the nature table. Catkins remind me of her. This tanka is dedicated to her.
Comely catkins dance
Swing from hazel and willow
Jiggling and jiving
Shaking out clouds of pollen
On gusts of a windswept day
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
Image found on the-hazel-tree.com
writing in north norfolk 
Lovely photo. I have been a little obsessed with photographing catkins, but I’ve found it quite difficult to get an interesting image.
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