I stopped watching the news after the third week of decimating death and morbid press briefings it had become statistically gratuitous
instead, I watched the playing fields opposite the front door start to overgrow welcoming back the wild things –
discarded council lawns no longer littered by kids from the secondary school and couples walking their dogs –
I observed the radiant whimsy in a family of deer frivolous in the pre-dawn haze dancing among the tall grass rose-gold fur in soft focus
impressive were the foxes drifting around the wildflower verges almost hidden in the dusky milk-light gorging on the rodents next-doors cat couldn’t catch
I chuckled at lopping chestnut-hares darting among the hedgerow scaring the bullfinches from the rosehips and brambles
until now I never really appreciated the nurturing noises of nature notably the cresting and chirruping birdsong against the percussive branches of council-planted beech trees
ever since opening the door to the nurture of nature
– life feels gratuitous.
Thanks for taking the time to read this poem, written about something positive that happened during the peak of Corona in the UK. I hope you enjoyed. As always,feel free to leave a comment I love reading and replying.