Journey of Words

Here at last
Winds rip at the trees
Thought we'd forgotten
What the month ought bring
Birdsong lost on the stiff breeze
Cherry blossom blown way down the street
Daffodils' mad dance returns
Trumpets bowed by rain
Early bluebells set jangling
Pavements catch discarded twigs
A broken bough scratches at the fence
Gutters chuckle as they fill
Carry off the teeming rain
Equinox has stirred up the air
Gales come rolling in

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CLP 25/03/2026