do you like the feeling,
walking ahead quickly,
moving forward, loosening limbs.

pushing through wind,
through water, rain slanting.

shouting, counting the rams,
shadowing shepherd. wee

mouse on the path, beady
eyed. these are the hopeful days,
weak sun aching to shine.

these are the days, the marches.

after

idly chat to neighbours, to fetch
the dog, to dawdle, to wind
slowly down.

the snowdrops are out.

sbm.