27 May 2013
Olive is ten.
Hats & bones & birthday naps.
Shoots & buds & blossoms, spring.
Tender, old apple trees talk amongst themselves.
Morning walks of awakening smells and birdsongs.
Flowering trees dance on sloping hillsides.
Inside, new sketches.
Outside, black tea & honey
& milk on the porch.
We’re all beginning again.