Tuesday, April 7, 2020

The merciful lee

The merciful lee

Three weeks now since I walked this way 
though it’s permitted, new world order 
from the front door, in the merciful lee
the house a bulwark, windbreak 
while the Marin howls and buffets 
damp from the east, persistent 
even the tallest, pine, acacia, 
bent to its caprice, ill-will. 
But here in the calm the sun is warming 
bright on the flags, Iris, goddess of the rainbow, 
her tall white stems tumbled in disarray 
with tulips too, yellow streaked red
Catalonia’s colours 
and an edge of heather, seriously pink presence 
after all these years, the once small twig 
confidently grown. 

And so the sun, the wind not battering 
light and bright, warm as summer 
focus on flowers in splashes. 
Inhale exhale smile in the moment
the merciful, lovely, lee.

April 7th 2020 Hounoux

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