Pure white loveliness.
I listen to myself today.
When my head says, tired tired
my body says, walk walk.
So I take my weariness
and my camera
out into
the blue brightness
of the morning
seeking a kingfisher
in the park
and spot
a sweet robin instead.
Who waits for me on the path
who seems to read my heart
and knows
the quiet briefness of this
moment
in this stolen day
soothes
the fluttering fear
rummaging
round
my soul.
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