Spring sprung


No sleep last night

you in the room below

blissfully unaware.


Now sun strikes ancient

rooftop: trees stripped

back from road


highway to a

pilgrimage long taken.


Kestrel hovers over plough

land tentatively breathes warmth

still out of reach.


Hedges newly barbered

wait patiently for leaves

& as for me……..


I’m all ready to spring

into summer without


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