Date: Sun, 26 Jan 2020 16:33:37 -0500
From: “N.A. Booko”
Subject: A Lonley Chair . . .
It is a lonely chair that sits there in my winter garden. The drooping bows, the grass so dry. Flower stalks stand like monuments to the past spring. Not a butterfly nor grasshopper lurks in the morning cold. Yet, that chair sits and waits. Waiting, waiting . . . so bold!
It seems to know, that chair, there is a space between fall and spring. it knows there will soon be buds, birds, bees- all seeming to sing.
To sit and gaze in cold is a tortuous dream-Yet, I too know there will soon be a joyous warm fling. Sprouting, budding, blooming, making my heart open up and sing . .
Oh, just the thought of the next spring- Each is new, each different- Beautiful, refreshing – without any strife – A new day, a new spring A new way of life . .
I sit in that cold lonely chair and wait . . .
N.A. Booko
N.A. Booko living and gardening in Chatham since 1972- Rhyme? Knowing not if it is bordering on ‘sublime’