Margaret O’Driscoll
First day of February Spring is awakening anew Heavy rain is reduced to a constant drizzle Each weather type brings it's own wonders I raise my face to feel the refreshing mist My concerns lift with each step I take With each wonder I observe Down North Street water gushes out from an old iron drainpipe Wads of moss dislodged from old roof tops are strewn along the street Looking down Chapel Lane I see the Ilen in full spate Standing on the sodden river bank I watch broken branches being swept along in the swirling swell As I turn to leave, my eyes light up on spotting silvery grey catkins emerging from bare willow branches A welcome sign of Spring unfolding Soft silky skeins pushing their protective sheaths upwards Orbs of raindrops settling on each one
Margaret O’Driscoll lives in West Cork, Ireland. Her poetry has been widely published and translated into many different languages. She loves spending time in nature and photographing wildlife in beautiful West Cork.
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