First yoga lesson –
Cars on cobbles pass outside ~
Sounds add to my calm.
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Painting my room white –
Playing Bach Cello Suites, live ~
Applause as we end.
Against all the odds –
Assaulted from many sides ~
A winter blossom.
Rain, then stormy wind –
Handy and tricky in turn ~
Folding tarpaulins.
Last front house sun days –
Manipulating the ants ~
Clear generations.
Picking blackberries –
Against the fading grey light ~
Can’t tell black from red.
Much bigger ants here –
Trying hard not to kill them ~
Some kamikaze.
