London Winter Fantasy

London Winter Fantasy for Amanda Root Can they not see how daffodils spring up to greet you where you walk, how rays of early morning light twine red roses in your hair, how as you pass the sky above fills with Sun and Summer blue, how street lamps turn to apple bowers or palms that bend to serve you dates and Nelson nods as you go by? How your voice plays lutes of air that eager song birds flock to hear, how deer stroll New Cross Road en route to nibble apples from your hand, while here my heart like some wild bird fills the air with beating wings wanting to tell them what they missed what I have somehow heard and seen.