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

Posted: Thu 28 Apr, 2016