Prelude to Spring
How much longer before the blooming hour?
Put the burnt days
of winter behind us.
A red flash of night
is tomorrow’s glory.
I have seen it
many times —
embers
glowing through
the morning.
Feed a light touch of spring
between the cracks of cold
& the constant threat of
chillblains — the coats which
crowd us by the door
as we prepare to leave the house.
Coils of smoke are less
frequent than in
the dragging months.
Yesterday we
turned off the heating —
today I want it back on.
Weather you are a fickle beast.
I see we shall flirt a while longer.
Copyright Simon Heathcote
This one is in response to John Haslam
and his poem https://medium.com/the-poetry-hub/heartbreak-orchids-8e4562233dce
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