Air Miles

I decided I would bring you flowers

every week,

and did for a while.

And though they made you smile

it seemed a crime

that only days before

they’d been cut

from under a Naivasha sky

and flown across

ocean and continent

to feed my unseasonable

sentimentality.

So instead I chose to wait

for the first

daffodils of spring.

John H Davies

6th February 2011