Spring Fashion Poem by C Richard Miles

They’ve switched spring on now
But, on some of our sets
The contrast is too high,
The volume far too loud

As hastily uncovered flesh
Sports goosepimples
Too proud to hide

And sunglassed poseurs
Fumble in the dark
Like the blind
Each time a
Fleeting passing cloud appears

And fashionable shorts
Seem to be magnets
For that sneaky wind
Which April’s sorcerer
Kept up his sleeve.

Redundant raincoats
Sit at home and laugh
At our precocity
And sheer ineptitude.

Yes, spring’s switched on
But we are not switched on
To her inconsistency.