Morning sky of blueness
enhances bright pink cherry blossoms,
beyond the garden fence,
like a purple hazed duet hanging in the air.
Tumnus sits high on sunlit shed roof
watching wet, wintered ground
while delicate feathered creatures
sing their own “Spem in Alium”.
I sit writing in my room of lightness,
I breathe, I watch, I listen.
Creator caeli et terrae.
Ref: “Spem in Alium” ( Hope in any other) – is a 40-part Renaissance motet by Thomas Tallis
Trans. third verse, lines three and four:
Creator of Heaven and Earth”.
Photo: Pink cherry blossom by EasterStockPhotos.com
when you think it can’t get worse, it does.
You stop and look around
and see your life is a broken
pile of bones around
your cracked, tired feet
and you cry.
Then one day
you realise all your little hopes
and fragile dreams are but mosaics made from broken
egg shells and you marvel
at this creative
order out of chaos.
But it still doesn’t give your health back into your own hands
or stop the pressures arising
out of not earning the chinking coins which run through your fingers like salt……
Nor does it stop your
child and grandchildren from complete collapse in the face of destitution and destruction.
No. No it doesn’t….
And it is not ok, not anymore.
The shell shock is too great
and the eggs have run out .
March comes in like a lamb,
yet the Hare will be segueing in the flutter
of a blue painted eyelash.
His pounding feet drum the ground
here in this sunniest of crisp cold days
as his lover comes over the hill
ears aflopping, eyes alluring….
“Come my love” she says….
“It’s time for Spring”.
Hare Sculpture in the grounds of Chippenham Park, Suffolk. With kind permisson of the Hare.