Walkies in May
 
It rained a bit this morning, it was overcast and grey
Now it’s cold and cloudy, it’s the middle week of May
The breeze was slightly chilly when we locked the door
I’m glad I put my coat on, it was winter I dressed for
 
I should have worn my wellies though, puddles still remain
On Saturday we had a storm, crikey did it rain
The grasses long and wavy make my trainers wet
I’m glad I haven’t packed away my winter woollies yet
 
We’ve not seen the sun for months now, it’s England don’t you know
That’s why we look so pasty and our spirits get so low
Last week I wore a t-shirt though, we had a heatwave then
Today I’d freeze to death out here, it’s proper cold again
 
Muddy puddles hang around, winter wasn’t long ago
But it’s turning greener every day as plants begin to grow
We’re walking out with Charly, it’s my favourite time of year
If I could, I’d stop the clock, I’d stay right now right here
 
The days are getting longer but it’s not too hot and sweaty
Blossom on the hawthorn floats around just like confetti
The bluebells have been splendid but their time is drawing near
They look a tad dejected, they’ll be back again next year
 
Actually it’s warming up, clouds evaporating
Warm hazes of aroma, sweet and all pervading
We walk into an open field, out from the shaded wood
Just as the sun comes out, my word, that does feel good
 
Dandelions are everywhere, buttercups and daisies
Dancing swaying in the breeze, a million smiling faces
We feel the warmth, soak up the light, spring is such delight
Charly frolicks in the crops, they’ve grown to quite a height
 
We turn and head for home now, it’s hard work up the hill
Crikey it’s a lovely day, it’s getting warmer still
My jeans are feeling clammy and I begin to sweat
Moisture trickles down my back, a mile to go still yet
 
Oak trees graced with newborn leaves, iridescent fresh and green
Gleam against the sky so blue, so happy to be seen
A melodious cacophony, birds tweeting with elation
They’ve all got so much to say, a springtime celebration
 
A robin flits ahead of us, watches us walk by
The blackbird sings his heart out, I whistle in reply
The verges are resplendent, stingers standing proud
Cow parsley under-rated, sticky weed in a crowd
 
Forget me nots and thistles, pretty columbine
Long days of summer lie ahead, this is my favourite time
It’s that in-betweeny weather, four seasons in one day
It’s England and it’s lovely in the middle week of May