March One

a first chance this year

to sit outside in the

timid afternoon sun,

the pungent smell of

this morning’s freshly

turned earth, the crack

of today’s unread paper,

and a glass of claret a

fine triumvirate that

affords me a more

ambient atmosphere,

with eyes closed

a little imagination

between the occasional

inconsiderate cloud,

it could be summer,

I’m already humbled

by the sturdy crocus and

the gaudy daffodil, stout

heralds of early spring,

I must become busy and

plant seeds into the soil

Published by grahamrsherwood