Some say that spring starts on the first day of March.
Some others say it starts on the Spring Equinox.
Some choose dates, some choose signs,
“Has the hawthorn flowered yet?”
Silly semantics, that’s what I say…
Spring starts when the land starts to bloom,
When the sun shines warmly, even as the wind
Shifts from biting bursts to playful nudges.
When the birds sing themselves hoarse
And the market stalls are bursting with colour.
If spring is beginnings and not just a time
To shift through your wardrobe for something more light,
Then why set a date when each year is unique?
Turn off those screens, just step outside,
The first day of spring is not something to miss!