forgotten feeling

Remind me please
that sunshine comes from above
I’ve had to find it elsewhere
as London proves that we’re all
fools for spring

As I wait for the season to shine
I have found the light
through new postcodes
and thrifting treasures
stretching the legs
driving into the expanse
and bypassing dead ends

I have found the warmth
through the phone with a friend
dancing with familiar strangers
sharing my favourite meals
running towards the new
and trusting the fall

Remind me please
that sunshine can be a feeling
I’ve had to make it myself
and though the real rays are welcomed
I’m not a fool at all

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Waiting patiently/impatiently for spring sunshine to arrive - and realising in it's absence, that I can make my own.