Late February (07)

Late February (07). For any who may be interested, 'Late  February' 2006, is typed beneath this one.

Over much green have dafs spilt their yellow.
Early pink cherry blossoms the lanes fill.
A living fresh verdure clothes the steep hill.
The burly bleak climate starts to mellow;
As temp'ratures rise from their wintry low.
No longer quite so grim nor sharply chill;
As trimmed the clods of the farmer's last till;
When the sizing plough did them sideways throw.
Nature's engaging in embroidery;
Leafy garment weaving with textured blooms;
Enrobing those limbs, as yet, half sedate;
Limbering through her palettes panoply;
To panoply's gains, their raiment assumes.
February late, now ceases her wait.

Seasonal Sonnet Memory Lane. (This 'Late February', was first typed into Allpoetry on: 1 March 2006).

New flowers are starting to blossom now.
Reviving the rooks their nest-building skill.
No more is heard the night fox’s bark shrill.
Fresh verdure grass does the climate allow.
Blithe twittering birds revoke ev'ry row. (as in: 'how')
Fleck-breasted thrushes are singing to thrill,
With cadence of song the twilight they fill;
Sometimes from roof-top and sometimes from bough.
Forsythias reveal bright-yellow stars.
Constructions rear high on many a site.
Poems are posted in forums around.
Fair daffodils gaze from windowsill vase; (as in: 'cars')
With silent trumpets, well looking aright;
May they, through lawn borders, quite soon, abound.