Slump
It’s ok to want to sit
Sofa-ridden and soft
Cups of tea
Gentle thoughts
A book to read
Moving outside I sit
On the old hard chair
In the sun
The sun!
Bursting through clouds
Beams land on my upturned face
Today is a soft day
Of peace
The growing is happening
Outside of me
A bird egg
Hatched
Lies discarded on the ground
Softly
I allow the day to pass
Nwyfre 