31st March 2020

Once a valued crop

Overstood and overlooked

Coppice me again

30th March 2020

Clouds cast a shadow

Over who I thought I was

I try to see good

The strange shades of spring

Days change and suddenly swing

A dangerous string

White spray on black thorn

Poison spiked cotton wool brain

Just another cold

They might be common

They might only last a week

Do we love them less?

When this storm has passed

A new light will break through and

Fill our leaves with hope

Clear blue empty skies

Black emptiness in my soul

A perfect mirror