spring day

looking up at the criss-cross skies i see a plastic carrier bag floating ghostly above the houses...past it's counterparts rattling in the wind-blown branches of the trees...looking down i see the snowdrop bravely standing head bowed amongst the litter that surrounds her.....ghosts.....remnants of the discarded and disposable.....floating homeless and clinging to the bare skeleton branches of the trees.....rattling in the wind - unwanted - sad reminders of what once was and what will be