I’ve been spending time with my notebook, while we’ve been in lockdown. Usually, the words come from what’s going on around me, grounding myself in my ground. I am aware how fortunate I am to have sight of new leaves, as here, but I hope these small verses give you a place where your imagination can connect with the spring, wherever you are.
They are just moments as they come.
The subject of this poem springs from the story of Moses and the Burning Bush, which you can read about here.
A moment in the garden, shared with you.
Red leaves lockdown 3
Oh, the sun through those red leaves,
shiny and shining,
And here, too, the smokebush,
just kindling to red flame,
before the leaf-smoke thickens,
as the sun’s light strengthens.
You can almost feel them growing,
as you bask in their cold fire.
It’s all holy.
All this good earth.
As my knees feel the
softness of grass,
and the air smells so of green,
and of the damp warming soil,
and grass, and primroses.
Yes. This place.
Yes. This time, even this.
Hi Andrea, I am really loving your Lockdown Poems….. and beautiful images taken in your garden. Thank you so much. Doreen x
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So glad you like them, Doreen. Take care x
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