Mild February In Manchester, 2019
'What a beautiful morning!'
From my open window upon the Sunday street
Growth is stirring everywhere -
Daffodils and crocuses in the tree roots;
Tight little buds on tender twigs;
Grass curling up for first cutting.
And my mind flies out into spring sunshine
Like a soaring bird.
The tree is inherent in the thumping chestnut.
The scarlet maple in the sailing seed.
Grasses spread on the grazing wind.
The tulip rises from its wizened bulb.
Sunflower power drops
From the squirrel's hasty teeth ….
etcetera, etcetera and etcetera -
I'm just having fun!
My mind is tumbling like a frothing brook.
Ah, SPRING! Procreation! Recreation!
Funny how these two words merge in casual concept
When one means 'for' and the other 'again'.
Not exactly the same idea.
Definitely NOT the same idea. And yet …'
(taking a quantum leap in subject
because I'm talking to myself)
'In my understanding of the human condition
Every human being IS original.
It's hard to imagine an exact copy of anyone
Even in the grim grip of Science.
Nature and nurture
Can never precisely coincide.'
So say I with admirable aplomb
Smiling down on the breathing lawn.
'I wonder if it's possible to say that of plant life?'
Cynthia Buell Thomas