The forecasts for early February mightn't exactly confirm it, but Spring is about to spring into our gardens. Poet Roberto can confirm it because he really knows about such things.
Here's his tribute to the magic that is about to transform our gardens ... and in so many ways our lives.
Between your two boisterous brothers,
January and March - you come,
Silver sister February, wearing earth stars in your hair,
Constellations of crocuses in clown colours,
Meadows, on which we rest our mid-winter heads.
Your flowers chuckle in the sun spun light,
That makes the songbirds sing again,
In notes of slowly shooting stars,
Ancestral songs that Aquarius pours,
Draining to a Pisces mirror flashes of fishes,
Swimming and singing in the winter-cleaning light.
- Robert Graham
You comb your circus flowers closed each evening,
Sometimes helped by marqueed clouds,
As you sing the songbirds to sleep again,
So as not to awaken any resting, slumbering grief,
Or to disturb your dormant, dormouse dreams.
Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash, with many thanks to both
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5 ii 2018