Spoils of spring.

On the far grounds of green and yellowish gold, a Woodside gaze in pink and white blossoms, the birds see happier days

for winter has left us with lavender blazing
Purple,  brand new

such a busy world now for the bee's, as flower's kiss and pollinate 

passionate colours

oh' to see the beauty bound
As grass sways, and clouds roll on by,

I took a gentle sigh,  throughout winter's long acquaintance

finding relief in the spoils
Of spring.