It’s six am. The day has dawned; a distant
Blackbird flaunts his song, a jaunty
Robin follows on. The mist will
clear, we’re told.
So what shall I do that’s not too bold?
Watch a film?
Set up a jigsaw? Write a letter?
Bake a cake?
None of that beguiles.
“Cheer up, good woman and hold your peace
And wait for something better.”
Of course, I had forgot: today is Rock Cake Day, when
Carol comes with all her gear to sweep the dust away.
She proffers me a lovely fruit-filled bun, home-made from what I hear,
So life is not too hard to bear.
If only we can get unlocked, (but not before the eighth of March)
Dismiss our virus fear and watch our flowers appear.
Then let’s relax and have some fun,
And then I’ll eat the promised bun.