After the long cold winter I opened windows
to see ladybirds hibernating in the frames.
Different coloured ones.
Close together.
Some waking.
Then fly they did into a clear blue sky day.
The paper told of an earthquake in Chile.
Rains sweeping lands.
The promise of a hung parliament.
Economists barometers.
Solders killing.
Corporations drilling.
Stories thrilling, chilling.
Songs of time shaping lives, history books.
Daffodils are late this spring.
The land drenched trees to growing mushrooms.
Birds are singing.
After Winter © 2010