In spring will I walk upon The Green
For all I’ve done so far is to rearrange the furniture
In springtime will I miss you more
Or is that another wistful wilful prediction
I was playing a brain training game
Having halfway sorted the sitting room
Why do I talk to the computer
Showing frustration at my own ineptitude
I only have my old memories
I must make some new ones
The past places have all gathered dust
I need to find somewhere shiny
In dream time or just before
I read a little of a lover’s love
For the book that she has found
For the story which she feels destined to tell
