The soot sunk clouds have gone —
to blacken someone else’s landscape.
The tugging, ripping, girl-fight wind
that stole the weekend’s peace

has been abracadabra’d away
as though life’s difficult days
never even happened.
Sometimes the stirred world stills.

The trees refitted and re-greened
appear overslept and drowsy.
How long have you been sleeping?
How long in life wintering?

Only the rustling get-to-it birds
seem to have understood the new
year is well and truly in,
beyond beginning.

Full of early summer’s song;
watch the paired up love-struck
teenagers career and chase
crazily all over the place.

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