Small walk on the wild side
I haven’t been walking much lately, but as summer has finally put its head round the door, the least I could do was go out and welcome it. The grassy path earns its name,
I trundle feebly as a babe
stumbling, stopping, starting again.
Flora, varied, catch my eye
to snap, to print, to verify.
Accompaniment of birdsong blithe
makes me glad to be alive
Since last I walked the grassy path
dreary winter months have passed.
Now in glowing days of June
I emerge from my cocoon
to glory in the summer boon
and I’ve started to quilt the wonky hexagon scrap quilt, though I haven’t a clue what to do with it if it’s ever finished.