Cottage Retreat Living Poem by james watkin

Having removed myself
As distantly
That world-wise badgering
Drift not back in
Peace-wrapped, whose echoes die
On hearth, crackly

I am she again; who
My best friend is.
Need, for such approval
Far and wide call?
There's no life, sincerer.
Genuine bliss!

That girl; as soothed, stitching
Its own motif
Re-tying those bonds, old
Senses enfold
With Nature. A songbird.
A bloom to sniff.

That child of innocence.
Rewoke as twere.
As joyed up, each morning's
Hopped and buzzed things.
As close, this door, oped to
Heart's kindness, wider.