Friday, 29 March 2013


Sit in the old white chair, you know, the one with the silver arms 
and the rent in the fabric of the seat. Once white, now turning green. 

I wouldn't have it any other way.

Close my eyes. Give myself over to the sun.

Feels like a miracle that it's here again. Which it is.

Walk down the garden. The lawn saturated with rain.

She's clearing the old grapevine, the strangle of ivy.
Needs my help. So I pull down the severed vines.
Feeling absurdly like Tarzan.

Come inside. The temperature drops.
Know I need to move: throw another log on the fire.
I can see a line of trees behind the house over the road.

That's it, that's all. And that's fine for now.


  1. Wonderful and well said. It's amazing what a little sitting with nature can do.

    1. Thank you, Brent.

      Hope you are managing to have some quiet time yourself this weekend.



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