Friday, 1 April 2016

A Poem.

later


It's cold on my head
But warm in this bed
Rabbits
Was the first thing i said
This morning
Yawning
As the day is a-dawning
here in the mountains
April the First.
Outside it's snowing
Time to be going
Past the river flowing
Under the bridge
Where wild cress is growing.
There's no way of knowing
If someone is soaking
Already
In the spring
Ahead
In the Spring.

int/25

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