The mind makes healing medicine of a leaf

I lie back in the weather-proofed chair
To gaze up at the flowering maple tree.
Now, touched by sun,lungs full of scented air
I embrace with joy the beauty I now see.

Old celandine show brightly by my feet;
Neglected currant bushes straggle side the path
There is no birdsong ,yet a silence sweet
Soothes my heart and quietens my wrath.

My heart’s sore and anguished is this mind
Yet in our 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.

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About Katherine

I like poetry and history.I love literature and music.I love Leonard Cohen
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