Waking up – to find it didn’t happen
Waking up – to find it really did!
Seeing the celandine, that little sun,
First to adorn the roadside in the Spring;
The greening of the hedgerows after rain;
The gradual blueing of the April woods;
Picking blackberries with purple hands,
And squirrelling them away for wintry days;
Wrapping the new-picked apples in their trays,
While reading irresistible stale news;
Playing silly games and singing songs;
Losing myself in stories, sharing poems –
And finding Rumi addicts on the way;
Following coincidences where they lead;
Daydreaming; letting be, just letting be…
Jenny Senior, December 2008
Looks good to me