Sunshine on the snowfields.
Rain in the valleys.
The fields are churned,
The lambs cold.
From chimneys
Woodsmoke leans southwards.
But in the hedgerows
Sparrows are chattering.
On every bank
Daffodils risk their yellow song,
And the jackdaws dance
Carefree in wild, grey skies.
—
simonhlilly 
simple and sweet!!! i have jackdaws in the eves and boy do they chatter.
They do!
the line “Daffodils risk their yellow song” resonates. upon re-reading this fine poem, i can see the promises and risks of spring.
Sounds like the song of spring. Nice words.