The second dawn of Spring is breaking gray <br />And on the wattle trees across the way <br />The whistling grey shrike thrushes are in song <br />At this time of year you hear them all day long. <br /> <br />The sounds of Nature pleasant to the ear <br />When Spring comes to the Southern Hemisphere <br />And the sun shines through after a few light showers <br />And light up the yet leafless fruit trees in their pinkish flowers. <br /> <br />With every passing day the warmer days draw near <br />Yet the weather pleasant at this time of year <br />The brooding bird sits quietly on her nest <br />As she warms to life her eggs beneath her breast. <br /> <br />In temperatures of around eighteen degrees <br />The sparrows chirping on the garden trees <br />And tiny thornbill with the big bird song <br />Around his borders singing all day long. <br /> <br />On this second calendar day of Spring <br />On trees and hedges wild birds chirp and sing <br />And pinkish flowers on yet leafless fruit trees bloom <br />And the garden scent of Nature's own perfume.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-second-calendar-day-of-spring/
