‘come outside’ the papers said, so I did
But I couldn’t see why,
What’s this cold, freezing grey sky
And what is up with the weather?
I stood there in my winter coat
Trying to feel the spring
When all at once a bud appeared
At the tip of a tree branch spear.
A glance of yellow and a primrose
Shy beneath crinkled leaf fans
Did conjure a brighter future day
And the promise of hot summer lands.
