Sap
April 11, 2008
Spring Again.
No denying the signs.
Rates bill. Crocuses on cue.
Daffodils rearing up
Like golden puff-adders.
Open to the neck, voices
Are louder. Unmuffled.
The lid lifted off the sky.
In the air, suddenly,
A feeling of ‘je sais quoi’.
I take the dog into the park.
Let myself off the lead.
– Roger McGough