Spring returns

“In an English Spring-Time” is often well received at readings. Last month I made a visit to Cambridge with a friend. (No, not the same person of the poem.) At my request we sought out the shop that sells the amazing Chelsea buns. I now have the establishment’s name. It is Fitzbillies. Their buns are

Interior Holdings

A turn to the inside, draws out liquorice laces, long and sweet to suck and chew; This turn to the inside locates in other corners of the paper-layered drawer small tacks of past stings — Scheduling a poem every day for a month (from 18 Jan. to 19 Feb.) made me feel impressively productive. Now

In an English spring-time

to me there be daffodils, bluebells, crocuses, forget-me-not in this English spring-time rain cold from bluer sunlit skies showers occasional drop heavy hail bringing back snow, cold sunlight white yet in blue will bloom green to summer 2004, Cambridge — This poem features in my recently published (first) volume of poetry.  I write in my