Composed on a walk this morning and jotted down on the margins of a Killer Su Doku book while sitting in the Rock Gardens on Southsea seafront (for anyone who’s interested in how I write my poems).
Blue skies and bright sunshine
lure me into the paths
of bitter darts of cold,
flung into my face
and sapping my body of motion.Broken blossoms scatter and skitter
along winter-cracked pavements,
crushed like yesterday’s promises.
At least the autumn leaves
can be satisfied in knowing
that they’ve had their time.Brief patches of shelter
Linda Rushby Saturday 23 March 2024
bring moments of balmy reflection
on better times to come,
until the onslaught recommences,
and I recall that springtime
can be the cruellest time –
as someone almost said.
