Celandine yellow bloom, and buds materialise,
while sap deep from the tree roots starts to slowly rise.
Birds prepare for nesting in blackthorn blossom hedges,
And hares box and bound in pasture edges.
Ramson-filled woodlands start to offer the scent of garlic,
Where badgers play and bundle which in March is symbolic.
Spring creeps closer as the bats emerge from the dusk,
And after work strolls in the light (but still only just!)
The sun starts its day earlier but not quite warm,
Still jumper-clad walks when I wander out at dawn.
But as the sun hits the ground creating sunny glades,
The reptiles come out to warm from chilly shades.
March is just beginning,
Full of hope, preparation and preening,
But with the arrival of Ostara brings,
New life. warmth and joyful awakenings.
As nature grows and starts breathing,
With the symbolism of spring being,
renewal, purification, and replenish.
The burst into life, is something that I really relish.
Written by Jen Blaxall
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