mild Winter spreads into Spring
proclaiming snowdrops

before sticky chestnut buds
unfurl a fury of leaf

the cat chasing its tail wonders
why I read so many books

the benches getting sat on by the rain
the damp in my lungs

so many reasons to be miserable, yet

somewhere, deep as a ritual
a toddler re-arranging sticks

it's not only the snowy mespilus
that sings to itself

these are the gestures
of my mind, my garden

carry them to your body
your heart



Posted 02.06.2010