Frozen this year the Resolutions:
- master the satnav – check on the spam -
- delete the emails – find that old letter -
- learn to get music – and what else? Oh, damn!

The sun is out! Chuck the itchy socks,
The padded coat and the clumsy gloves!
Out of the burrow and off to the Gardens,
Breathe deep, and find what everyone loves -

Snowdrops, unashamed that they’re late,
Among dead leaves, under still bare trees.
On the terrace the crocuses lie wide open,
Silently shouting: “Yoo hoo!” to the bees.