First Sitting, 13th March 2017

The garden chairs are out from winter slumber.
Afternoon tea in the warming sun engages happiness
at last from months of hostage
to freezing nights and house-bound days.
The neighbour is cutting his grass, perhaps from fear of reversal,
But I just sit, and read, and write, and enjoy the laziness.
Bees fly madly in this unexpected hint of summer.
Early daffodils add lightness to the dark damp soil.
Tomorrow may be cold; frosts may return; it might snow,
But for today I revel in the heat, and offer thanks.