6 June 2018


As I write Spring is high and Summer is approaching 
The light is golden and time moves on, untouchable
The fields are fresh still due to months of rain
And yet so many signs of the new season
Minute details
As in the late afternoon skies 
And the song of birds ... the same as my memory 
Just as I have come to know them so well
Where I feel at easy 
So much home inside of me