Here come the feckless men and hapless women

in their bumptious cars,

slobbering around in their pursuit of happiness,


unwary of their lease on life, past the daffodils

planted on the roundabout

by the local estate agents.


Snow is shaken from a bruised sky,

soon followed by the sun’s dazzle

to show the season still smiles.


Forsythia, gorse, prunus blossom,

laburnum, magnolia, magpie —

nothing is lacking in the roll


of Spring. And before it and after it all

– mornings unnoticed and evenings unheard –

the mustering birdcall.