Paiku

Kicking
The dew's sparkle
Across the waking fields 

Wondering
If the smell of daffodils
Is really as yellow
As it seems 

Still asleep
But breathing
Birdsong

Echoing in the leafless wood:
First primrose
And a shotgun blast

A soft dawn
Reflected in the silver blades
Of the thrush's song

Snow's shadow
Borrowing
Sky's blue 

Silver birch
Bending delicately
Away from the pig shed 

Only the reflections
In the frozen pond 
Disagree with
This morning's clarity 

In the golden west
A sooty thumbprint
Of starlings

Fat-bellied sheep
Chewing
The thin sunshine

Sun and I
Searching the hedgebanks
For the last of the snow

The meow
At the door
Bigger than the kitten

Worth the blizzard:
A tight red rosebud
Dusted with snow

At breakfast this morning
Last night's 
Half-eaten moon

In the swollen stream
Drowning grasses
Wave goodbye

Blossom
Ready to fall;
Only the thin sunlight
Holding it on

Only me
Between the soft green fields
And the soft grey sky

Tapping
February sunshine
Out of the alder catkins

January afternoon
Sidles away
Scolded by blackbirds 

The year
Is going home
And so should I