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

you.

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