Poem -
a garden invalid
the kitchen window
is its own picture thing
ivy clad walls
first buds of spring
beyond, new born lambs
a camellia full bloom
this garden invalid
this too hopeful room
how many years now
this same repeat scene
does it never look inwards
the cracks here between
closed black blinds?
M ~
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Two perfect poems, yours is the reason there are poems
Misery you mean? I don't know why misery comes easier to me than joy R but I thank you from my heart... hugs x
Hi Marion, this is sad but so beautiful at the same time.
Nature is blind sometimes, doesn’t allow light slip between
the cracks, I agree. Hugs, B
Thanks so much B... really appreciated x