I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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18 October 2016


Me and my cat are lounging here again,
enjoying the gentle warmth of mid-Spring
under the porch roof in our back garden,
listening to next-door’s radio sing
cheerful melodious pop – a morning
like so many others, yet each one new ...
old and new – the sun that shone, wind that blew,
clouds that wafted leisurely overhead,
somehow become permanent, though they flew
past; stretching yesterdays, archived not dead.


  1. I was there, enjoying it with you, as our spring is a winter away.