And Spring

And spring is bringing with it all the colours

And all the promises of summers past

And dandelions bursting through the ivy

And lovers daisy-chained upon the grass

And I am here, and here, and here, but not here

And you are tired of seeing I am sad

And liberated limbs shine smooth and palely

And in the hedgerows gems of minute life

And on the air a breath of damp and greening

And arrow birds curve through the cornflower sky

And I am here, and here, and here, but not here

And you are tired of hearing I am sad

And cherry blossom blushing in the crescent

And all the stones alight and golden-warm

And new reflections painted in the waters

A captivating city in its charm

Next spring won’t see me here, or here- but not here

Because I’m tired of writing I am sad