Pink flowers on bare wood in winter
The contrast exaggerates both
The delicate flower and the pale wintry wood
The stern branches can bear the winter winds.
Small birds must hide in the laurel
Later the wood pigeons will nest there
The cat hides under the beech hedge by the wall.
I never wanted a red brick wall but it’s warm.
The sharp frosts torture the ground
The seeds split and divide
I didn’t know that when I was a child
Where the air raid shelter used to be we had some soil
And in that we planted a tree.
When we sold the house we took the tree.
I can’t believe that now
The seeds split and start to grow