Spring is Spring - All Change by Carol Wain
Online - 12 April 2021
Spring is Sprung – All Change?
Waking at an unfamiliar time,
Early – not as light as yesterday: clocks have changed
So now it's 7 am. Curtains, drawn back, reveal
A cloudy start, as I survey the playing-field
Opposite my house: almost deserted, still dog and human free.
Instead the field is taken by a scattered flock
Of social-distancing seagulls, that walk methodically
Up and down the white-lined football pitch, seeking out worms
Or insects. Some gulls fly up, a flash of white, and then descend...
One hour later, now 8 am, the gulls have flown away.
Late March, it's changeable, from chilly wind and rain
To fitful, then strengthening sun, with brief hints
That soon it will be warm, after three early forerunners,
Late February daffodils and crocus, two oddly balmy days
When bumblebees emerged, already quartering the lawn.
Now as home confinement ends for us earthbound, to resume
Lacking, longed-for meetings in parks and gardens,
An Easter heatwave promised, three whole heady days
Where cloudless skies and sunshine now welcome us
To join sweet nesting birds and gather out of doors.
But it's the end of March, which ends as lamb or lion,
The icy showers return to usher in Good Friday,
A sombre time for faithful, work-free for the rest.
Winter's last gasp until this lockdown log-jam bursts:
Life springs anew, in hope – with seasons yet unchanged.
by Carol Wain
Written on 27th March, in our 2nd England Lockdown, when the clocks were changed again, and we had a pre-Easter spell of warmer weather. Only to return to chill at Easter and afterwards, with mixed forecasts. Lockdown was ending with a gradual reopening of hospitality due by mid-April 2021.]
Spring is Spring - All Change