Woke this Saturday morning to a blanket of snow. News channels are enjoying a feeding-frenzy of low-cost pictures of sliding cars with spinning wheels and disgruntled drivers. Livestock farmers feed their livestock with ever-dwindling supplies and on some farms, seed sits in the bag rather than in the ground. This time last year we had a hosepipe ban and seaside-style temperatures. No two years are ever the same, particularly on an Island such as ours – just ask a farmer! But what do we know compared to some climate-change preacher who lives in Islington and works in an office! Spring is in the air…
March the twentieth 2013,
a week before Easter.
Spring has sprung,
and winter
is put away
for another year,
in a box marked:
DO NOT OPEN UNTIL
December 21st 2013.
Spring…
a time for daffodils
and crocuses
and
newly-born
lambs gambolling
on fresh grass,
the warm sun
on their backs
and…
“heavy snow
across parts
of Eastern England.”
It’s Saturday
March the twenty-third 2013,
and a white blanket
lays across
the fields.
The geese look
upon this winter scene
with surprise,
nobody warned them!
In the yard,
a confused pick-up,
wears a white hood.
The snow-plough,
another winter passed,
has been
greased
maintained
and forgotten!
Some will say
“That’s Climate Change
for you!”
Strange that
my father’s
and
grandfather’s
diary’s show
that no two years
have ever been
the same….
Plus ca change
c’est la meme…
© Baldock Bard 2013
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