At last
No stopping it
as buds swell and soften
the silhouettes of trees

No stopping it
as the birds sing of
each day lasting a little longer

No stopping it
as the air, though cold and grey
now tastes fresh and new

No stopping it
the spring at last,
and the garden is waking

Frost can grip the soil
but snowdrops burst through

Nothing holds them back,
those first small drops
in the great spring flood that
sweeps away the winter


Jack Frost
Let me,
Touch your fingers,
Nip your nose,
Creep round your red ears,
Pinch your stamping toes,
Crick crack.

Let me
Draw white lines
On your window panes,
And freeze the water
That drips down the drains
Crick crack.

Let me
Paint your grass
With my frozen hand,
And shiver through the branches
That leafless stand,
Crick crack.

Let me
Cloud your breath
As you walk along fast,
I'll be your cold companion,
Until the winter's past,
Crick crack.