Paradise Regained

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Written September 2015

Escape from the mixture of odours 
Boiled up by the central heating,
The lunch trolley aromas stagnant
In a bathroom fragranced with aerosols,
So cross the threshold into the garden
To be braced by fresh air
That ripples over goose pimples 
Lifting hairs on the back of the neck,
So that remembered images become real 
With bumble bees frolicking in the lavender,
The fuchsias dangling their bells,
Alchemilla sparkling with raindrops.

The scent of the earth, a glance at the sun;
Inside and out, the soul is reborn.
 
Willett House
September 2015