April 6th – and it’s still cold
Though daffs and aconite unfold
Their golden loveliness with pride;
I shiver as I step outside.
How can I cheer you all today,
As politics is dressed in grey?
I muse; how was it, years ago?
Perhaps my memory is slow…
King Death roams in disparate places
The Middle East put through its paces …
But each day offers a new slate!
We can choose to love - or hate;
Ripe age brings wisdom, old folks say;
So, as Spring sports its best display
And social media causes stress,
Perhaps a walk in sun is best …
(c) Poet in the woods 2025
Flowering Aconite
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