When she does there’s grand celebration.
A sensory banquet is served.
Gardens burst into explosions of colour,
Their blossoms scenting every alley.
Soft emerald grass delights as children run
Laughing and skipping.
The dog’s bark is welcoming
As he lays his ball at your feet.
The stooped old lady straightens,
Seeming taller and younger.
Butterfly smiles emerge
From her winter chrysalis face,
As she watches children and dogs
Gambolling like lambs in the park.
The sun beams down and watches.
Bicycles come out of the sheds,
Challenging traffic to slow down
And smell the flowers!
Visitors from across the world smile and dance
To the rhythm of the London traffic.
Their planes embroider a tapestry
Of jet-streams across the blue sky,
To lazily waft into wispy clouds.
Pubs spill their tables and chairs onto pavements,
Where butterflies and petunias waltz
To the music of clinking glasses
And merry laughter.
Swallows sweep across the sky
Feasting while the cicadas sing.
Theirs may not be strawberries and champagne
But their delight infectious.
The sun smiles and stays up late.
A celebration not to be missed.
He knows he can catch up on his sleep
When winter returns.
By: Sharon Heaney Stansfield