Seasons of the Heart 2

dog rolling dart on the grass
beside the first daffodils
of the year

this spring evening
blue estuary light
vast empty sky

trying to talk
we can only laugh and point –
sun glinting on the loch

that old/new
smell of fresh
cut grass

morning meditation
clouds lift clear
from the mountain top

sunlight through stained glass
fragrances of oranges
the sound of a bell

the flowering pant nods
my gaze


By: Alan Spence

From: Seasons of the Heart Published