Black on Red

Blackbirds cluster on crabapples

The black cat watches with yellow eyes

The garden sighs softly as winter drops

 

In nearby Norwich the protestors occupy

Haymarket Square; we drop in for a cuppa,

Mandy and me. They are Us, Reborn,

 

Ready for action. An old pal passes away.

I miss my Cousin Gary too. The older

We get, the more we lose. Mortality

 

Creeps into everything.

We must sing

Freedom, Justice, Beauty

 

As the days die, as we weep

And turn in our sleep

Deep

 

Meaning jumps out at me

Everywhere I meet myself

I shall place a mirror in my garden

 

To remind me of Alice

Of a wonderland that always

Never was will be evermore

 

One by one the birds eat the berry apples

They saved them for just now

They are shy friends but wise

 

Come rejoice with me about Life

As the earth turns and the sun does rise

After all. Remember

 

To remember. Pass on what you can

That is of value. Tell me true

And I will love you, treasure you well

 

By Leona Graham-Elen, for you all

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