I think I’m on-prompt with this one for NaPoWriMo.
Springmelt of greenery
in tufting burst buds,
sunspill of beams, gold and silver,
glitter-dazzling the rushy rushy river.
Spring has slipped, scent-slick and sweet,
into buttery summer.
Beneath the bowing, river-rooted trees,
along the banks burdened with tangles,
the blackbirds run, tail dipping,
bright beaded eye cocked,
watching for the cold hiding in the shadows,
listening for the crick-crack ice
and the whistle through the wind’s teeth,
waiting beyond the thick green leaves
of summer-soft splendour.