Whilst Weeding .....
Out in the garden, bending low, I catch
the scent of narcissi.
Flowers in clusters, facing the sun;
Petals doubled, cream-in-swirls
with tinge of apricot,
and softest orange.
Such sweetness, such immeasurable joy,
On this young April morning.
This is an interim post whilst I sort myself out for the coming week; and try to discover why I am not feeling at all well. Hope to be back soon.