The Inkwell

Salford, 2nd March 2019

Winter wasn’t kind to our friend round the back

Who was anchored to the rocks by its roots

The evergreens kept a watchful eye

As it sat there dormant in the wind rain and snow

Till one day last week – a clarion call

from our feathered chums returning from their homes in the south

“Spring’s arriving, the sun’s getting warmer”

and our little plant from the far east

began to wake up – and grow its buds

The birds they all cheered – and the wildlife revered

For as they did cheep – out of slumber the maple creeped