walking through the woods

we sit for a while and watch

bright leaves unfurling

the beauty of trees

dressed in buds and spring blossom

a glorious day

reclaiming my life

blocking out my calendar

marking out my beat

dandelions in

the grass, joyful reflections

golden memories

the hoo-hoo of doves

memories of grandfather

his cottage garden

keeping me awake

that sound of pounding hammers

the beat in my ears

hiatus lingers

transitory emotions

playing with colour

and now the traffic

rumbling through the corridors

of my waking mind

a morning so still

even birds holding their breath

on their high perches