Standing

Standing
In a metaphorical sense
Before another week
Before a latticed
Leaden window on the world
Of naked branches
And burnt brown leaves
I dip into a joyful
Memory of spring
Primrose yellow
Pale carpet anemones
In the burgeoning wood.
I have not the vision
Nor the strength
To paint the future
In such a coloured softness.
I will rest on my laurels
Such as they are
And nod towards the crucifix
With a rueful smile.


JL Nov 26 14:58