I haven’t written a poem in years but this came rolling out today – a homage to our bright autumn garden and recent flowerbed-to-table cooking. Perhaps new homes constantly inspire.
From urban skies and displaced earth,
A brave new life takes root.
Fox-cub soft and crimson as a box,
My little London flower greets my busy foot.
Strange to think that roots can even grow here,
Where all around is stone and concrete madness.
Yet still the earth is pushing through its prana,
To lift our hearts with wonderment and gladness.
So let’s plant what seeds we can my love,
and together learn the ancient craft.
We must give ourselves quite fearlessly
To this little patch of earth and grass.