walking through the woods
we sit for a while and watch
bright leaves unfurling
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
feeling as grumpy
as a cat with a hairball
those unfinished tasks
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
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