What’s true

Winter,I’ve been inside
Dreaming, healing,grieving
Now I see my plants
The almost white cyclamen and one red flower
Sage and rosemary
Japanese maples snug in their tubs
No sign of leaves
I read  blackbirds sing more
Than is strictly necessary
I’m not surprised.
It disproves monetary  economics
And   spending cuts.
We should build  cathedrals,,spires and marble halls.
Give expression to the wonder we feel.
Winter,I feel cold.
When people destroy what can we do?
I’m the Sleeping Beauty waking.
I can’t believe what’s true.