The weather was chill,
And the park still.
Few birds I heard
On this spring day.
Dickinson spoke, of feathered hope.
I would like to say
That Emily’s feathered thing
Will, through it’s song, bring
To birth a much brighter day.
But things don’t work that way.
Such a gorgeous poem, Kevin.
“Few birds I heard
On this spring day.
Dickinson spoke, of feathered hope.”
Divine.
I hope you are feeling better. Please let me know.
Gabriela
I am delighted you like my poem Gabriela, and thank you for your lovely comments about my poem, and for asking about my health. I am feeling quite a bit better, thank you. A friend and his wife popped round earlier to walk Trigger and they both commented on how I was looking much less pale. I may even allow myself a beer later! All the best, Kevin
What a relief, Kevin. I am glad you are feeling better and your friends walk Tigger. I am still worry about you so I do not know about the beer. Perhaps tomorrow. Please rest more today.
Gabriela
Thanks, Gabriela. I shall certainly rest more today and continue to take things easy.
I’ll check on you tomorrow.
Thank you for your kindness Gabriela. You touch my heart
My pleasure Kevin 🙂
I am pleased to report that I continue to feel much better, Gabriela. Best, Kevin
That is great news Kevin. I was getting ready to write to you but now I feel relieved. Please continue to take care of yourself. I hope Tigger is well too.
Thanks Gabriela. I shall continue to take things easy, and I’m pleased to report that Trigger is in good health. All the best, Kevin
I am so glad to hear that’s Kevin. Please rest. I want to make sure that you are 💯.
Sending you good wishes and waiting for the next update.
Take care.
G.
Another lovely poem, Kevin. It mixes up hope and despair. A bit like how many of us feel in these times.
Thanks Vivienne. I am delighted you like and understand my poem.