Once a valued crop
Overstood and overlooked
Coppice me again

Once a valued crop
Overstood and overlooked
Coppice me again
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
This beautiful cage
We never want to leave here
Until we’re locked in
Goodbye my old friend
When I next see you again
May your boughs be green
Where our fathers rest
The daffodils will return
As they always do