The clocks are due to go forward by one hour this weekend, officially marking the end of winter and the beginning of British Summer Time. Consequently, I thought today’s Poem of the Week should honour/reflect that. Enjoy!
No coats today. Buds bulge on chestnut trees,
And on the doorstep of a big, old house
A young man stands and plays his flute.
I watch the silver notes fly up
And circle in the blue sky above the traffic,
Travelling where they will.
And suddenly this paving-stone
Midway between my front door and the bus stop
Is a starting point.
From here I can go anywhere I choose.
Wendy Cope’s poem New Season is full of the optimism and hope which seems to abound at spring-time. The poem cheerily describes the minor glories of a beautiful spring day: the fact you don’t have to wear a coat; the sight of budding chestnut blossom, and the sound of a flautist’s musical notes ‘travelling where they will’. In the final verse, something as ordinary as a ‘paving-stone’ between the ‘front door and the bus stop’ suddenly takes on greater meaning. It is not just pavement, but a ‘starting point’ for a new season, and a new life. The last line is a joyful, almost ecstatic, declaration of possibility: ‘From here I can go anywhere I choose.’ Yes we can.