So it begins-
Spring twenty, twenty-one.
Somewhere, on the outskirts
Of The Milky Way.
Snowdrops, present a hopeful promise.
Birds sing, harvesting twigs for nesting.
Searching for scraps in terrace cracks.
Cars buzzing, on a road near-by
A dog barks, in the distance.
Feels good, this
Glimpse of normal.