CATKINS

Catkins are out in Aberbanc,
Spring edges ever closer by,
Nature is uncontrollable,
However much humans might try.
Soon it will be clear bright Easter,
Buds will burst in total glory,
Birds will fledge as usual,
And we’ll read a different story.
Some daffodils already out,
New life is a joy to behold,
TV doom mongers continue on,
Vaccines, floods and the icy cold.
Sure things are bad, they’re always bad,
If that’s all we ever look for,
But when warm sun plays on our back,
We will know there’s a better score.

Harry Rogers, in the Yellow Room, 8th February 2021

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