With better
Flower Show mapping
I'd have seen
more flowers

Blank pages
invite writing
but I have only
unimaginative minutes

Sunshine
shows dust
right where you know
you just dusted

Potplants nearly given away
for not flowering
are suddenly budding

I gave up a committee
and got back my me

The bluetits dash about
The blackbird sings
The robins flick their tails
and bounce
The thrush rustles
through the dead leaves
and the blackbird sings

Soon there will be eggs to coddle
nestlings to feed
and the blackbird will be too busy
to sing

Sun in my eyes
Can't see to write
Relax!
Guilt-free