A Song of Spring

Colin came for dinner last night. He said I was very cheerful. I'd felt bright and alert all day. I realise it was because Anne was home and around. Indeed I wrote a poem, the first for ages. Here it is

A Song of Spring
(for Anne)

In the bouncing kowhai
tui court, the snowball
tree sprouts green shoots
daphne scents the section
cat spends more time
outside, tulips sway in
their pots.
A hurtle of wings
ignoring the gale, tui cavort
past, it is the season
for swings and flings,
a ballerina dancing
to applause as off stage
an old troubadour expires