Spring - a Tribute To Lynn

It's trying to Spring today In Dublin's Phoenix Park The trees are rising from the ashes of Winter Dressing in a tentative coat of green Like a thin leafy thong. Against a bright mixed sky Two butterflies, or possibly moths, -The suns' light making identification impossible- Play tag for supremacy of the skies Silhouetted in my squinting vision. A chubby chap with equally chubby dog Sits on a white bench walking his mate Spattered by sunlight leaking thru leaves Of the trees shading his seat While doggy rustles about happily. We converse a minute about far off places And sunburn and the Irish skin His standpoint underpinned by an anecdote Remembered from a long time past A slimmer time for man and beast perhaps. My wanderings continue in a long lazy lap Feeling the warmth on my nape Deer wandering close to the dangerous humans A childs' laughter carries to my ears Excitement at the proximity to Rudolphs' pals. Memories of happier times invade my thoughts The ninety minutes eaten up with ease Spring-like humour filtering down to drivers Who stop, smiling, and invite my crossing With a ballroom dancers exaggerated hand. Returning to the island of my car Feeling distant now from all I've encountered Warmed from both effort and experience I smile inwardly and selecting first Drift out into the Easter Sunday traffic.