Happy National Poetry Day! Here’s one I made earlier…
Only dog walkers and shortcut takers
venture in this cold.
A members only club, they gather under
unpopped popcorn blossoms
in their pedigree.
Garish coats of pink or blue pulled
up at the neck, outfits
adorned with whippets and wellies.
This is the weather of suncream and scarves;
white tipped grass sparkling in
the weak sun, gilding every blade,
The naked trees reach for the warmth,
but the cool breeze breathes on their fingers,
denied their lifeblood just
a little longer.