Red maple tree


I lie back in this weather-proofed green chair
To gaze up at the flowering maple tree.
Now,touched by sun,my lungs full of fresh air
I embrace with joy the beauty I now see.

Old celandine flash brightly by my feet
Neglected currants straggle round the path
There is no birdsong yet a silence sweet
Soothes my heart and quietens my wrath.

Formy heart's sore and anguished is my mind
Yet in this little wood I feel deep calm.
My eyes are shadowed and my face is lined.
May this green spring bring me a gentle balm.

For even in depression and deep grief,
The mind makes healing medicine of a leaf.

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