Early
Easter
Yellow is the
colour of resurrection,
Daffodils
re-emerging along verges, under hedgerows,
Defying
sneaky last blows of winter, cold as cynicism,
And a late
insurgency of snows.
The year has
just leapt on an hour towards summer
And the
weighting stone’s been rolled from the lid of the compost bin,
The inside of
which is alive with worms turning
Dead parings
into new life when dug in.
Plots begin
to be cultivated, earth impregnated with seed,
Lawns are
being mown, then scarified after a fashion,
And there’s
no mistaking the gardener in his passion.
Dave Alton
