Linings in a Lockdown

Linings in a lockdown 1

For the chimney pot pigeon cooing into my morning meditation,
For the plump, moist worm segmenting blindly through the salad bed,
For the frilly skirts of kale that keep us fed through this hungry gap,
For the endless online chat,
For drizzle and haze and silver droplets on the rose,
For pear buds fat with blossom,
For rhubarb stretching boldly to the spring sky,
For lilac shooting hope into the mist,
For honeysuckle meandering by the front door,
For the stone Buddha resting between chamomile, mint and thyme,
For the yellowed baby leaves of willow fingering the spring air, weeping into the Figgate burn
For this slowed down time,
For the daffodils turning this way, that way, nodding to the beat of the wind

27/03/20