at end of winter

we cycle round and mark another year

when spring has come and buds are on the tree

the skies are light and pollen's in the air

 

what started in my heart as just a dare

(a challenge against fate) has come to be

we cycle round and mark another year

 

with greater hope and more reasons for care

as darker odours join the potpourri

the skies are light and pollen's in the air

 

but time's a gift that we don't have to spare

nor is good chance coming upon the sea

we cycle round and mark another year

 

by blending vacant smile and distant stare

with swift refusal of the things we see

the skies are light and pollen's in the air

 

those are the givens and all else is smear

upon the screen of life we cannot flee

we cycle round and mark another year

the skies are light and pollen's in the air