April

While I’m glaring out at damned sunday morning
looking for springtime inspiration poems,
Yellow Forsythia blossoms under my window
Hang sickly jaundiced in the overcast gloom.
Barely woken magnolia buds clench their calyces
Closed shut tight against the misty cold.
A lemon envelope dropped on the doormat
Reveals a photoshopped greetings card
Where a baby bunny and smiling duckling
Kiss unselfconsciously amongst sunlit daisies.

Meanwhile, the forgotten bath tap runs on
Overflows and floods the bathroom floor.