In Finnish, March is called maaliskuu, when earth finally shows through the snow. Historical names include the Saxon Lentmonat, when the days begin to lengthen, and we end up with the word ‘Lent’. I wonder if we dream longer or more at this time of year, looking for possibilities and hoping for wonders. Either way dreams are an endless source of perplexity and amusement…
PUZZLING
last night’s dream roared
down the road on a motorbike
figure-eight-ing pylons 
swooping centre lines
and out the door
before I could catch
the license number
I was left
holding six pens
a bucket of eggs
and a season’s load
of engine oil
with no idea who
rode the bike
or why I wanted
to go with him
photo by Jon Weston
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