Mid-March but frost still dogs our steps
Though timid sunshine longer gets
I gaze into the misty sky
Scratched by bare branches but still dry.
Meanwhile on supermarket shelves
Chocolate eggs are sure-fire sells
Stacked high and swathed in cellophane
Easter beckons – on tight rein!
It’s tough to leave my cosy hearth
Clad in warm boots on woodland path
Each day more buds swell on the bough
Spring totters on the brink, and how!
Decision time – should gloves be worn?
I need a scarf to keep me warm
We’re on the cusp of season new
Spring cleaning beckons – I set to!
(c) Poet in the woods 2025
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