In Spring Copyright © Rob Lock 2010

When, in the flooded meadow, sheep
grazed upside down and there,
below their heads, white clouds
nudged the grey out of town;
when aconites and snowdrops lit their torches
in the grass, to draw the crocus,
daffodil and bluebell from the dark; when buds
had broken free and set up branch accounts
on every tree, he told his teenage love
in words as fresh as cellophane.

She bought a vase to put them in,
and blushed each time she heard them.