Waiting for Cherry Blossom time

 

The dusty old shoes

Look at me dolefully.

 

The garden mud has caked into sepia scars

From their last outing.

 

They have been replaced in my affections

By puppyish new favourites.

 

They are now waiting for Cherry Blossom time.

Afterwards, the visit to the church,

And then on to the churchyard.