Spring Was Buried Deep In January

Butterflies, Buddleja and Lilacs

Of all the streets where I have lived,
This is by far the dimmest star,
This village nearer to small than priceless,
But the lilacs are sweeter nowhere else,
So I shall dream of butterflies and Buddleja,
Until the snow shall cease to fall.

Written for NovPAD 2014, and inspired by
Charles Dickens’s Bleak House, and recollections
of January 1991, Bletchingley, Surrey

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