the garden guides my thoughts today
small purple flowers almost disappear into the long grass
white blossom everywhere and the sound of wood pigeons
has taken over in the dawn chorus

but it’s very quiet out there
no sound makes judgement
and I’m left with the small perception
of a wave of grass once blown by a cold wind

the silent sky is light blue for once
with wisps of cloud showing yesterday’s wind
a blackbird appears and disappears so suddenly
that I wonder what it saw around the corner, out of my sight

so quiet, so quiet
everything is caught in a mystery of stillness
and my mind can rest in this and say
‘thank you’.