April 1 : A Good Time

Beginnings.
It's a good time
for beginnings.

For somedays and forevers,
wrapped up in blankets.
For ifs and buts and nevers
to be quietly put away.

For typewriters and fairy lights,
pretty music - ah, all this joy.
For forgetting tear-tinted sad nights
and perhapses and marmalade.

Because Now is the Tomorrow that we muttered about
(although that
was in a far-off purple yesterday),
And who ever knows when it will come again?

So curl up (for now) under the stars
in your private clandestine sky.
Among the sunsmelling springtime flowers,
I'd say it's a good time for home.

It seems to be a good time for sleep,
and a good time for forgettingness
(let it, upon you, gently creep).
I'd say it's a good time to write.