This is May

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.