The garden is here again.
Through the fog of a cold, I glance
through kitchen windows
and see that, suddenly the magnolia’s in bloom.
A little, plump, grey squirrel is perched on the swaying branches,
the birds are here.
The pom pom tree is unravelling it’s small, bright yellow flowers.
Soon, I shall go out and wander around slowly,
savouring all the new growth, and all the diverse shades of green.
Here, in this house today, I feel grounded;
gratitude comes easily.
The pale Spring sun light filters through our pale blue curtains,
making a soft blue light.
I am glad to be here, alive; today, what ever the future holds.
And I see in my minds eye;
the shrinking farm land;
the layered, white buildings with their multiple eyeless windows,
are moving down the hills, like Macbeth’s forest.
In invisible night, the olive groves, the olive trees,
are set alight; they burn like the Earth;
© Ingrid Andrew<>HeartsSong