It’s Paddington to Bristol on the straight fast line
Through a green morning, doused with the night’s rain.
A broken sky maps out the Wiltshire plain
By sectors of cloud and patches of sunshine.
Distracted reader, learn to read it right.
The common pattern of an English spring
Is briefly on show, there for the noticing:
Its promises and doubts, and then the spill of light.
Listen to this poem — read by Zawe Ashton