The tree is awash with blossom,
Daffodils dance in the breeze,
The lawn stretches out before me,
Like a lavish shag pile rug.
There are children playing next door,
Prompting thoughts of summers past:
Water fights and ball games,
My friend falling in the pond;
New Nike trainers, sodden.
Late night coffee on the patio,
Admiring the starry sky,
Cats prowling their territory,
In search of nocturnal fun.
Now, as I turn to leave, I notice
There’s paint peeling from the back door,
Weeds pushing through cracks in the path,
And the aviary, once a rainbow of feathers,
Stands empty like a derelict house.
The dirty shed window
Has a thick curtain of cobwebs.
I feel a drop of rain on my cheek,
And realise it’s time to move on