It’s peaceful now. The afternoon is still.
The street is quiet. Voices very dear
Reach up the stairs, caress me like a thrill
From heaven. I am home and you are here.
She will find the flowers soon
Catch them suddenly – pinks –
In a glance, surprised, as she enters...
The sweet-peas that she gathers
Are destined for some jar
She walks the garden, scissors in hand...
