A Welcome Sign Of Spring Poem by Margaret O Driscoll

First day of February, Spring is awakening anew
Heavy rain is reduced to a constant drizzle
Each weather type brings it own wonders
I raise my face to 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 seeing silvery grey catkins emerging from grey willow branches
A welcome sign of Spring unfolding
Soft silky skeins pushing their protective sheaths upwards
Orbs of raindrops settling on each one