Spring; from a London bus

 

 

Under a spreading, gnarled old plane tree,

and from the bus; I glimpse the tenderest sight;

as if in a magic, fairy circle,

blue bells, white bells and lilac bells

that shimmer in the damp Spring air,

and make my heart delight.

 

And fill my mind with lambent light.

 

*

 

The bus is stranded here, on the road

between three churches,

‘God’s corner’ I have heard it said;

I hear the engines low, deep rumble,

the traffic lights are stuck on red.

 

I see the silent, stuccoed church,

the sky above a milky, almost green.

No one complains or even murmurs;

into this moment we all lean.

 

Meantime, a chestnut tree that’s in full flower,

sings out the precious transcience of the hour.

 

We all relax into this moment;

no one berates the driver, or complains,

we know so much is quite beyond our power

to effect;

oh Bless us all;

and Bless

the gently falling, day long

rain.

 

 

 

©   Ingrid Andrew<>HeartsSong

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