The dawn chorus.

Wrens,robins,doves,

Pigeons,crows magpies,

Sparrows and more.

All congregating in

My garden.The sight 

Fills me with joy.  The

Fresh morning air clears

My mind.Spring is on

Its' way The daffodils 

Are blooming.The 

Pansies are showing.

The bluebells are swaying.

Happiness, contentment.

In my warm kitchen

Making myself a black

Coffee.Eating peanut butter

On toast Two weeks now

In my new home.Cleaning,

Tidying, sorting,wiping.

The walls need a lick

Of paint.Workmen have

Come to clear the gutters.

To sort. out the electrics.

To replace the pumps in

The carp ponds.Gardeners

Have cleared leaf debris.

Borders tidied.I am at 

Peace,knowing this is the

Place where I will probably

DieWalking around the town

I savour the river views ,the

Pretty eighteenth century 

Buildings .Satisfied I drink 

In the White Bull. Sheep

Graze on thr hillside.The

Roman ruins of bath house

And granary nearby.The

Neighbours have already 

Invited us for a snifter.

I am comfortable.My 

Authentic self.This is

Where I belong.