Spring

To celebrate world poetry day:

Spring has sprung,
The wind blew in rain,
It’s winter again.

Or a real poem that I liked from a woman called Jen Hadfield.

"my daughter, our mootie -
the triangulation point that punctuates infinity;
the diapered Daruma doll, wobbly but equilateral;
cosmic collateral, pyramidal, just apparently small;
hair like loose voltage - stray and sparky straw;
grey- eyed, green-eyed, blue-eyed, pie-eyed,
my Machu Picchu of the Kitchen Floor'