Listening to the air ...

I remembered those dear to me who were now invisible - 

I tied my token to a thorny stem - 

In summer, roses would scent the air above the spring - 

Drowsy bees would settle on warm petals - 

The clear water flowed from an unseen heart - 

There were shells amongst the stones - 

I dipped my fingertips into the water - 

I saw tender buds on leafless trees -

Gentle bones lay nearby - 

Lichened beds were smoothed by time - 

I held out my hand when I walked across the bright grass - 

I listened closely to the air - 

17 January 2022

Cerne Abbas