I have prayed – it is not my survival
Alone I pray for that would make no sense –
I am joined – a pair that knows no rival
Is my sole unity – and my defence
Its power, we believe, is finally God’s
Redeemed in love we overcome all odds.
Creeper and ivy, gay bluebells
Norman nesting under trees
Emergent buds, the gnome that tells...
I do predict the evening primrose stays
Alive in some last blooms to make for you
(And me) a sudden remake of the ray....