Broken

The world’s heart
is broken
its soul
is evaporating
its life’s breath
stagnant.

But there
I hear her tongues
of birdsong
I feel her soft fingers
of sunlight
I see her beauty
and know all will be well.

Green

I’m here
I’m here, at last.

Sun’s love touches
upon daisy, buttercup
and the green
the beautiful green
beneath my feet.

Here I am
at last
with pen and book
back at my old haunts
caressed by shadows
kissed by nature.