The wind gets up, the parks are closed
We stay well wrapped up in warm clothes;
This January has been bleak
With bad news reaching a new peak …
But lo! On Sunday with a friend
To the local market, hemmed
In by crowds all keen to buy
Their weekly goodies, I espy
In pert profusion round a tree
A wealth of snowdrops bobbing free
All basking quietly in the sun …
Sweet heralds of the spring to come!
Down muddy paths where brambles grew
The allotments beckoned - we strolled through
Vast enclosed space where Nature sleeps:
Yet buds in spiky hedgerow peep…
So, all’s not lost - bold plants revive
Immune to politics, they thrive
As their cheeky roots send feelers out
And teach us what life is about!
(c) Poet in the woods 2022
Au champ des Cailles
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