Cold, gloomy clouds of yesterday banished as golden orb slides sluggishly across hazy blue expanse. Scarcely audible drone of traffic masked by desultory calls of lingering birds accompanied by faint counterpoint of rustling shrubbery. Gentle breeze riffles creamy hawthorn blossom, mingling its heavy fragrance with scent of newly mown grass. Errant cuttings drift languidly across green sward, slowly yellowing in tentative warmth. Tall trees, resplendent with their bright canopy, shimmer across ripening field.

Reticent new warmth

Creeps across burgeoning land

New season’s portent