has hung around too long, too long
Like a busted flush of government,
what looked bright and clear
has morphed into dull chill of
The worst days have names:
the Beast from the East,
like a porn star spewing bad curry.
The 21st century whisks serious news into
and layers of thin ice creak and crack
a sparrow chirps brightly,
and a black-headed gull really does
sport black on his head, his summer colour,
after winter white.
Catkins wink from rejuvenated birch,
and just for a moment,
is in the air.
Charlie Lambert is a former journalist and sports broadcaster who turned to a different form of media in 2016 when he started writing poetry. He lives in Liverpool.