Spring’s Magic Wings
Bluebells are ringing, birds are sweet singing,
Across the swaying sea.
Sleek adders are snaking, trees are waking,
Butterflies are twirling, blossom is swirling
In the lemony light.
Streams are tinkling, anemones twinkling
Star-dusted from the night.
Frogs are leaping, pollen veils are sweeping
In the playful breeze.
Leaves are unfurling, silk threads are whirling -
Woodpeckers are drumming, bees are humming,
Finding their zest and zing.
Cuckoos are deceiving, swallows are weaving -
Spring’s found its magic wings!
This poem is copyright (©) Linda Middleton 2022
About the Writer
Linda is a lifelong lover of writing and began sharing her passion for rhythm and rhyme last year. Her work can be found online and in magazines, including The Caterpillar and Pure in Heart Stories. She enjoys supporting children with their learning and teaching RE in a primary school in a leafy corner of England. In her spare time when she is not writing, she can be found wood wandering, beach strolling and ice cream tasting.