Pishiobury Mon Amour

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PISHIOBURY MON AMOUR

White hawthorn blossom, like snow
One pink intruder amongst them, in self-isolation
So green: cow parsley replacing wild garlic
One sweet smell for another
Trees on the central path with their unique shadows
Unseen faces on trunks, previously invisible
Wood chip underfoot, crunchy and dry
Noisy woodpigeon nearby
But other birds quite crystal clear
Did I not pay attention before?
I’m learning to listen, learning to hear, learning to see, that’s all