Blue Tit Poem by Paul Reed

Your joyous flight, undulating
Impatient for Spring, not for waiting,
Darting between the branches bare,
All at once, everywhere;

In Winter's dark caverns you light a spark,
The ending of her gloomy days you mark,
Now with you, we see the Spring,
In all around us, everything;

The Blue Tit has brought us back
From the desolate times, so black,
The sun is rising, the night has gone,
For you and me, for everyone.