Riffling through the pictures I took the other week during a holiday in Somerset, this photo from the gardens of the Bishop’s Palace seemed best to capture the mood of my words. It’s strange, isn’t it, how two works so many years apart can sit alongside each other.
Sew me a perfect Summer’s day
of whispy cotton twined through bright
blue silky folds, and citrus ray
spinning a thread of gentle light.
A time to be; to linger here
cocooning skeins, threads softened white.
Lay down your needle, hover near,
my mending warmth- your gentle light.