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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14 October 2012

Garden Sitting


Nice to sit outside
letting the air touch me.
It rustles through leaves
of trees and shrubs and vines
while an unseen bird
trills intermittently.

I am sorry you are not here
to listen with me
and feel the breeze,
gentle down here behind fences
on this warm day
in the enclosed garden —

But I am here.
My ears, my hair, my skin
are alive and here today,
savouring everything
that is still
pleasant in life.

5 comments:

  1. It's so wonderful to be with nature even if alone! It would be fun if someone dear is also at hand. Nicely Rosemary!

    Hank

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  2. Dear Rosemary,

    This captures so much, using more senses than seeing, and more than only the senses. Beautiful.

    Thank you,
    Diane

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  3. Thank you for stopping by to read. :)

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