Spring
Look look the pussy willow’s out!
And we wallow in memories,
Hanging them on the delicate whiskers
Silhouetted against the sky.
Blue of course as it always was:
Cycling round the common blue,
Snatching bucket and spade blue,
Jumping on the swings blue.
Our film starts off with them
With the sun straining through bars
Then wafting on the willow
That we took to teacher.
And left low and bare on the nature table
Wood and wall paint brown
Kicked desk and floor brown
Loathed suit and uniform brown.
Blue now is locked behind the park rails
Brown invades our lives.
For us now the swings must be still
And you and I dare not climb trees.
Look look the pussy willow’s out!
And we wallow in memories
Hanging them on the delicate whiskers
Silhouetted against the sky
our film continues
as we carve through
into adulthood
forging new maps
Powerful sunsets ending passionate days
Discovering our strengths days
Creating our own paths days
Being our own boss every day
Undertaking new journeys
The swings now vibrate
As we jump and rock on them
We not only scale trees, we shake them
and crack ceilings
The pussy willow is OUT and proud!
Sue Sanders, Broadstairs
FebulousFebruary 2025: Lost and Found 
Comments on: "day fifteen" (3)
love the evocative refrain of the pussy willow and the use of colour …the beauty and freedom of blue and oppressive restrained brown….very empowering journey
Wonderfully uplifting. I’ll never look at a Pussy Willow again without feeling out and proud.
Moments of the colours of childhood and the now woven together..lovely