The arrival of spring
On the last day of winter I went to bed.
Harsh winds rainstorms beating my head.
Houses trees with a sucked-out look.
New year flakes from the old oneís hook.
Then overnight such a change of heart.
Spring come home with her confectionary cart.
Hundred-and-thousands strewn in the breeze.
Houses sampling them as well as trees.
People savouring them in punts on the river,
earth knee-deep in them praising the giver.
So (blankets off) Iím out in the streets,
glutton for spring and her burst bag of sweets.