Garden notes

The site of old dreams re emerges 

With a beautiful view 

and a wood pigeon

Two flowers serve as reminders

One yellow as the sun with a dark heart 

The other white as the moon with a bright sunny heart

The wolf in me picks up the scent 

Tracing it forward through the Fens to Valentine‚Äôs Day 

Life, love, longing 

Laying in the hammock the rejuvenating spring sunshine has heat

But an icy cold wind buffets me

and on it ride tiny spots of rain, magic in the sunshine 

tingles ripple out in circles as they land on my skin

A brilliant blue sky

And yet tiny spots of the gentlest white snow appear.

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