My heart stilled and swelled
upon seeing blossom trees
and daffodils
in this secret garden.
Cherishing a few snatched
minutes of stillness,
in and with myself,
I picked a bent daffodil;
a keepsake of this Gift to me.
My face turned upwards,
to the bright,
clear,
white
sky
hanging over me like a banner.
My eyes closed;
My heart full
with
gratitude,
love,
and
the pain of longing for you Grandad,
who loved daffodils so.
My spirit open,
with hope of what will be painted
on the blank sky that is
the open canvas of my life
for this year ahead,
As my ears fill with the swell of birdsong.
