The Rag of Spring

 New shirt with old jeans
 Smell of Al’s coffee beans
 Soft pyjamas on my skin
 Sweet sound of a mandolin
  
 Sunset over Wanstead Flats
 Garden walls with grumpy cats
 Bluebells bursting from the ground
 In love again with this old town
  
 Open window – favourite song
 In my head now all day long
 Old men in trilby hats
 Jumble sales full of tat
  
 Apple crumble, Sammy’s laugh
 Spending two hours in the bath
 Dark chocolate, daffodils
 Sparrow on my window sill
  
 Tattoo on my lover’s arm
 Bob Dylan, Lindisfarne
 Rona’s hair – soft and brown
 Netflix in our dressing gowns
  
 Whiff of warm ale from the pub
 Pigeons chasing after love
 Seeming like the rag of Spring
 Rubs a shine on everything