Pale sunlight washed over the rooftops
The bitterness of winter had dragged on
For far too long.
A symphony of birdsong welcomed the day
The fresh smell of damp earth filled the air
Breathing new life.
Leaf buds in the hawthorn bush were fatter
Rows of golden daffodils reflected the sun
Happy laughter could be heard from playgrounds
Filling the breeze with instant inspiration
A new place to live.
For all the iron Victorian reproduction
Of street lamps and vibrant hanging baskets
Home seemed far away,
In a terraced house
In a seaside town
In a faded photograph
In childhood memories
In a heart that never grew old.
Written for Poetry Jam