They’ve taken the lights down today –
folded up Christmas and put it away
Lampposts are bare for the rest of the year,
somehow sad, yet happy
that winter is passing.
Early sunshine tempts me to risk
a stroll around the village.
The breeze is brisk, but hatted and scarfed
down to and up to the eyes,
I sally forth with Nordic sticks.
Beside the green path,
nascent primroses still hide their heads
in crinkled green rosettes. Further into dappled shade
shrinking flowers no longer shrink:
purple stars of violets parade their beauty, unashamed.
I turn towards home and pass the school,
hear the cries of prisoners, authorised
to run and shout and swoop about
on scooters, tricycles and bicycles.
It’s time for exercise and glee: Recré*
*Recreation in France or as we knew it, break. © Vivienne Blake 4.2.14
Written for Open Link Night at dVerse Poets’ Pub.