Spring

Spring.
new life, shorter nights,
the trees are getting green again.
New life.
Shorter nights, longer days,
Still awake to hear the birds at 5am.
Shorter nights.
Longer days, brighter skies,
The stars become a passing friend.
Longer days.
Brighter skies, darker shadows,
Spring has come around again.

Crops are growing in the fields, presumably
At least the city park is getting colour in its cheeks
The seagulls squark their confidence with ever-growing snobbery
The magpies attend to their daily robberies.

And nothing stops the endless revolving supermarket stock
As the next day to celebrate comes along
Ignoring the strong, looming fear
That nothing has changed from last year
New years resolutions already forgotten.

But life moves on, as it always will,
Always —
Things to do, people to see, places to go,
While remembering the springs where this was not so

The springs and autumns of dormant shops
Stops and starts,
painful truths and wildfire farce
Autumn and spring - the astronomical twins — and opposites.
The competitors of the cat and mouse game of the millenias.

Or the protectors of a planet already an argument away from collapse.
The synapses between quality streets and summer tans.
Christmas trees and ice-cream vans.

Easy-does-it, the champions of change succeed everytime.

Spring has come around again,
The stars become a passing friend,
Still awake to hear the birds at 5am,
The trees are getting green again.

Spring,
New life, shorter nights,
New life.
Shorter nights, longer days,
Shorter nights.
Longer days, brighter skies,
Longer days.
Brighter skies, darker shadows,
But Brighter skies,
Than all the springs combined.

And the trees are getting green again.

Spring.