Mount up, you cyclists, and lend an ear for poet Roberto has experiences to pass on here ...
Rberto crosses the busy road, the rush of London all around, reaches the thronging footpath on the other side, looks up and finds himself staring into a window filled with the promise of Spring, tulips, in full colour and bloom.
It's Spring and here's a collection of magic flowers just up, just on view, and here to take away our breath with the sweetest perfume, with those glorious colours and shapes.
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.