Across the road the almond tree
Will fill with buds in January.
Beside the porch,spiked rosemary
Flowers its blue in memory.
Waking these midwinter morns
I long to see Spring’s lighter dawns
Subtler changes each day bring
The time to us when dawn birds sing
They make new nests,the swans do too.
I once made a nest with you.
The apple tree, quite safe would be.
That shall be the loving tree.
The tree will utter forth its pink
As I write this down with my blue ink
When I look, I see the strength
Of trunk and branches green-brown length.
The roots are navigating soil
Where the worms and insects toil.
Another wood beneath the ground,
Is growing deep without a sound.
And its birds do not fly high
For in dark soil there is no sky.
All beings which live upon this earth
Turn to dust to feed new birth.
From the dead,the living spring.
Thus nature her fresh blossom brings.
How my heart sings 