The best of England, thought Mrs Miniver,
as opposed to countries with reasonable climates,
is that it is not only once a year that you can say,
"This is the first day of spring."
Today was one of those days
when the sun shone a little more warmly,
the birds sang a little more sweetly
and even the garden of doom
had snowdrops and crocuses
to show off.
While it lasted that day had been part of
the authentic currency of spring -
a stray coin tossed down carelessly on account.