Solitude
I sit in the gardenpreparing cut backs for kindling
they'll dry through the summer
and then crackle all winter.
The sun shines, shines for me
enforced solitude
I chat to wildlife
to my toe nails
that I will paint
once assured summer is here.
Not a good day
I tread heavily, my walking stick
and I, we are old friends
he props me up, an heirloom
carved and handworn,
a burst of energy
I whack at a nettle
my partner in crime.
In the garden, me and leo
my eversun
I enjoy the music,
perhaps later
I will stoop
and play to the roses
I planted the other day.
The cat watches me
a paw on the mint
I sprinkle water
a trickle of light
and life
I am so lucky
I have a paradise here
and all is peace in my world
and solitude has
never seemed so splendid before.
Poetry by Elle

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Written on 2020-04-07 at 12:02




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