rain hammering down

postman banging on the door

a wet cheery smile

the sound of traffic

after months of peacefulness

birds shout out their song

children returning

to school, many feet sploshing

through happy puddles

crocuses, purple

white and gold circle a

silver birch, sublime

today we are back

to cold, grey, emerging like

grubs, spring’s first pickings

I asked how’s business

a taxi driver told me slow

his cab is so clean

there are cars again

kids roaring engines, shredding

tyres, ripping tarmac

venturing outside

beyond crocus-skirted trees

enjoying the sun

children on the streets

going back to school once more

serious faces

an old wooden boat

pink clouds dance around her masts

for the setting sun