WEDNESDAY 29 20
Clumps of daffodil
leaves, clear green, growing on a
verge. No yellow yet.
THURSDAY 30 20
On a whim I buy
an umbrella. As soon as
I’m outside, it rains.
FRIDAY 31 20
Some tawdry colours
In Downing Street but I’m still
a European.
SATURDAY 1 20
Black and white robots
or aliens stencilled on
a boarded-up shop.
SUNDAY 2 20
Punxsutawney Phil,
if he were here, would have seen
his shadow briefly.
MONDAY 3 20
The heavy scent of
Hyacinths, royal blue, lined
up on the pavement.
TUESDAY 4 20
A few stars between
wisps of cloud. A cat with white
paws runs up the drive.
Seventeen 