This

This
 
 
First pear blossom, white on the bough
so creamy-delicious there and soon
the whole tree is playing spring song
whitely right up to the sky.
 
Just trying to survive
with only an outstretched hand
but still room to love life,
something taps your arm,
an astonishment
and the day isn’t wasted after all.
 
That day in the banana tree garden
Raven flew over, huge black bird
with its deep dark cry
cried greeting, so we all looked up.

Rose Cook

poem from ‘When The Birds Came’ Rose Cook

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