When all the world is grey,
And nothing moves or stirs
bar the plaintive voice of a bird
or hopeful stalking cat.
When dormant is nature
and the weather is harsh
and all is hibernating still.
I look to the sky for a glimmer,
I look to the earth for a sign.
Then one day, one day,
when you though it would never come,
Caps of white snowdrops emerge,
sometimes still with hats of snow.
Followed by the tentative crocus,
Violet, white and pink.
Then later still the bright yellow trumpets
Loud and true, herald that Spring is here!
It is then, only then the season turns
From grey, monochrome tones
To glorious, technicolor!