This Morning

Today is Inventors’ Day in Hungary, and I like the sound of that, a special day for those who try to improve our world. A day when I’m taking just an ordinary morning walk, nothing special to see, but one of those days when the light is clean, the sounds are clear, and I deeply appreciate health, home, happiness, what more can anyone ask? …

THIS MORNING

I walked a mile around the lake
climbed the stile, went through a field         
watched a garden reptile slide
into a pile of rotting twigs

listened to a crow calling from the firs
heard a vireo singing not far off
while the hedgerow rustled close at hand
and a vole poked a twitching snout

I circled through dim woodland
where pigeons coo’d in alder trees
caught glimpses of blue through branches
and came to the view of home once more

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A Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art.
From Inanna Publications, 2016.