Across the road the almond tree
Will fill with buds in January.
Beside the porch,spiked rosemary
Flowers its blue in memory.
Waking these midwinter morns
I long to see Spring‘s lighter dawns
Subtler changes each day bring
The time to us when dawn birds sing
They make new nests,the swans do too.
I’d like to make a nest with you.
The apple tree, quite safe we’ll be.
That shall be our loving tree.
The tree will utter forth its pink
When I look, I see the strength
Of trunk and branches green-brown length.
The roots are navigating soil
Wherein the worms and insects toil.
Another wood beneath the ground,
Is growing deep without a sound.
And its birds do not fly high
For in dark soil there is no sky.
All beings which live upon this earth
Turn to dust to feed new birth.
From the dead,the living spring.
We reincarnate and we spin,
We turn and turn and turn again.
Like electrons round their nucleus,
The atom cracked and death appeared
Apples disguised,like Eve’s, I fear.
The knowledge burned in scientists’ minds,
Until they used their deadly design.
Oh,would some power the gift give us.
To navigate Love‘s nucleus.
And could we spin in joyous mode,
So choose to take that Other Road.?
We need to smash the Looking Glass
Wherein cruel Chesire Cats do laugh.