the clocks will advance

and I will spend the summer

running to catch up

thawing fingers and

toes stretched to welcoming fire,

vernal equinox

splintering of twigs

branches churn fluttering wings

doves’ loving flurry

a single flower

focus in on its pink heart

its subtle perfume

from the room above

a single chime, a call to

meditation

the fool on the hill

insidious mushroom rings

a red button glows

orange lights flashing

the dog rumbles a long growl

groaning bin lorry

when sleep is troubled

with fractured dreams the day breaks

with a crumpled face

now amidst the rain

some snowflakes fall and cling to

trees in melting drops

Some days are gritty

grinding along like an old

bicycle, old bones