High as a Kite

The scent of spring
Enlivens things
Tempts the circling height
Of mating kites.

Above the down land
A late harlequin of geese
Moves with the first sou'wester
To steal a late release.

The local hand of sunny dawns
Have encouraged mister finch
To show his flashy colours
Along the margins of the lawn.

JL April 14 16:27