I have the strong morning shadows
And the bright morning sunlight
I have no need to strike out for anywhere
Even the sight of the salmon fishing
North of the border does not entice me
I would not look good in waders now would I
Instead my mind dances amongst the greens
And the yellows and the pink champagnes
Of the blossom trees enjoying the stillness
The garden is a reflection of the calamitous
Yet calm times which we find ourselves in
But it is the form and presence of the leaded lights
Which remind me that prayers may need to be said
