If it were possible
I’d make myself submissive
to the weather.
As an old tree,
without retrospect of winter,
blossoming, grateful for summers
hatched from thrushes’ eggs
in the speckled thickets.
Obedient to darkness,
be innocent of my dying.
Leigh Cook
In the Moment
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leigh@laladom.world
My dear readers, I live in Manchester, England and would like to share my thoughts of significant people, places and events in my life through this blog. I'm growing old disgracefully in my 74th year, living in a bubble of love blown by my precious friends and family and floating about like Johnnie McGory. View all posts by leigh@laladom.world