Forlorn flax, faded
After a long hard winter
And still standing tall
2nd April 2020
1st April 2020
Am I shut up in
A prison without bars, or
Do they keep you out?
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
29th March 2020
The strange shades of spring
Days change and suddenly swing
A dangerous string
28th March 2020
White spray on black thorn
Poison spiked cotton wool brain
Just another cold
27th March 2020
They might be common
They might only last a week
Do we love them less?
