A February Morning

On a wintery, damp morning, Lenten hellebores caught the light.

First spikes of chives emerged.

Snowdrops gleamed among blankets of autumn leaves.

Puddles had yet to drain from Woody`s field.

Jay peered over the damp back of the Grey One.......

....both of them sharing a feed of morning hay.

Daffodil buds showed, still tightly closed.

Bluebell spears shone brilliant green.

Early primrose opened  pale flowers....

.........as yellow crocus burst into bloom beside the garden path.......

....and a cold-fluffed robin sang on the wooden gate.