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
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