2nd April 2020

Forlorn flax, faded

After a long hard winter

And still standing tall

1st April 2020

Am I shut up in

A prison without bars, or

Do they keep you out?

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

When this storm has passed

A new light will break through and

Fill our leaves with hope