Tuesday, 3 May 2011

the smell of blossom in the morning

fox, originally uploaded by Dru Marland.

Just for the moment, the war was over
The sun found its way into the garden
Warming the foxes drinking from the birdbath
A blackbird was singing
I smelled the hawthorn blossom on the breeze,
leaning out of the window while the kettle boiled.
Then I turned the radio on.

Yesterday morning's notes for a poem which I'll probably not get round to writing. It was one of those moments.

I remember the awful feeling seeing the planes crash into the World Trade Centre in 2001; it came at a bad time for me anyway; with my old life falling apart, suddenly seeing that things had just changed globally as well as personally....