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’s 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.
