Easy Does It - Poem by Diana Rosser
This perfect day warm and easy
spreads itself so light and breezy
across lost hours gardening
where new plants find their beginning
amidst the sprung green and leafy.
Languid limbs tired and sleepy
stretch themselves beneath the pear tree
under a blue sky blossoming
this perfect day
From the branch perch in the ivy
a speckled breast small and tiny
cocks its head to where I’m lying
makes its first attempt at flying
this perfect day.
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