Our poet Chrys Salt brings a blissful image of sudden pink blossom in the street on a sunny morning in Spring. It is Day 493 of the daily new poems.
Spring
The street is sudden pink blossom;
the pavement a hopscotch of sun
that glitters and skitters down
railings and dances on bumper and pram
in a street of sudden pink blossom
the trumpet of car horn and drum
of the feet of early commuters
has a beat less wearisome
down a street of sudden pink blossom
(surely yesterday’s branches were bare?)
Spring arrived overnight with a blush on
and flowers in her hair.
Chrys Salt
photo: Sophie Kennedy