Daily missive for Friday the 4th of March.~by Peter Forster

 

 

Daily missive for Friday the 4th of March.

It is a strange proximity.
To sit by a bed
Without chance to rest
And behold a pastoral scene,
With flowering cherry
Daffodils and tulip shoots
Competing for attention
With a bouncing Robin
And the scamper of
Ravenous squirrels,
Whilst through a
Sun kissed break
In the pine and beech
An enigmatic variation,
To catch sight of a truck
On the trunk road,
Going who knows where
With a far too heavy load
Brings life’s incongruities
All too quickly home.
She turns,
Smiling with her eyes,
Always the best kind,
Come away with me.
Even now
It is an easy drift
To catch her meaning
As it floats between us,
The attachment
Always strong.
We lie together
In thought as well as deed,
Not a word is said
As the world rolls by,
With its urban stench
Just hanging
In the overlook
Of this rural closeted,
Cascading flowery idyll.
Where we two remain,
Confined but steadfast
In our resolve,
To escape
This all too briefly
Blooming solace
And find a place
Among the stars.