This garden we fill with seeds
pushing radishes and peas
into fresh brown earth

These books we replace
on the brimming shelves.

These tomatoes we slice and throw
into salad bowls

This table with cloth straightened
and vase of flowers centred

This postcard addressed to
a far away brother

and the clouds flowing across
the top of the horizon.

This morning's cup of
steaming tea

and the dogs that are begging
for a walk and attention.

These days that roll on
in the same slightly different
manner of the ones before.