Here, sitting on my old wobbly dilapidated
dry stone wall; coffee and cigarette in hand;
I nestle snuggly, hidden at the bottom of
my overgrown quaint cottage garden
The scent of lavender eases the stress
of my bewildered thoughts... mind at reel
Birds serenade my soul with their melodic,
heartfelt songs of a hopeful new day
The bushes shudder noisily as the wildlife
go about their undisclosed business
Grass, still wet underfoot, confirms to me
that I'm actually here
...I look to the sky for answers
The prowess of yonder hump-backed fells beckons me
They stand before me adorned in melanite twinkling rubble,
gently cloaked in an alabaster fur trim of clouds
Amidst the cornflower blue, open majestic sky;
the ancient twisted Oak's branches dance
and recite to me their mantra upon the breeze
The babbling crystal brook meanders effortlessly,
hypnotically leading my mind to the valley between
Sun-dappled by the patchwork canopy above,
shards of gold radiant sunbeams splinter
shards of gold radiant sunbeams splinter
The tawny foliage carpet path is illuminated
before me....
My direction now becomes clear
© Debbie Razey 2014