While out walking today on the moor, I heard the skylark singing overhead. His song is a wonderful melodious tune and a promise of Spring.

Return of the Skylark

Spring has arrived with warming air,
The rain has ceased and the sky is clear.
A gentle breeze is swirling around,
As I hear a familiar distant sound.
Relaxing now, a pleasant surprise!
The lark has returned over the rise.
This tiny brown bird, obscure to see,
Filling the air with a song, so free.
He flies up high and sings his tune,
He glides to the moor but, all too soon.
His rivals take off and are rising high,
A splendid chorus as the minutes pass by…
Sue Wood