The Friday morning frost tries to pretend

That winter's still around but by the hedge

Rabbits munch at weeds then amble off

As if this early warmth will never end.

Near Glynde the mist cocoons some new-born lambs

Watched by a pheasant, grumbling and aloof.

At Hampden Park I wait for the half-past,

Mac' still on but hardly necessary

For students in shirt sleeves and on their phones

Seem confident this sudden burst will last

And tip us into Spring and so to Summer

Before we've realised the winter's gone/

          For over sixty years I've loved the Spring;

          But how many more like this will I see in?

Brian Hick  spring 2009

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