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.