A day in March I saw a view.
As rain tipped down in greyish hue.
A sliver of blue tinged with white.
Caught so briefly in my sight.
A moment when in the gloom.
The risen sun just given room.
To eliminate a little gem.
That comes back again and again.
It lifted the spirits to see such a bird.
When spring weather can be absurd.
A sign to bring a calming smile.
On a morning that was so very vile!
Copyright Dafydd Wynne-Jones.
March 1998
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