Friday, 23 March 2018

Spring Equinox

has hung around too long, too long
this year.
Like a busted flush of government,
what looked bright and clear
has morphed into dull chill of

The worst days have names:
Storm Emma,
the Beast from the East,
like a porn star spewing bad curry.
The 21st century whisks serious news into
PR spin
and layers of thin ice creak and crack
and scare.

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

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.