PicturePoems

By PicturePoems

After all these years

The usual walk (we've made it ours)
with the usual butterflies, usual flowers,
foxglove, buttercup, purple vetch
(a speckled wood joined us for quite a stretch),

the usual birds, the usual bees,
the usual leaves on the usual trees:
the walk we've enjoyed year in, year out,
same cows, same sheep, but never doubt

there is no usual, it's never the same.
Like fresh-dealt cards in a favourite game,
each walk is different, each offers surprise.
Today, round the corner, what met our eyes?

Never before - as clear as day -
did a deer appear and then bound away,
sure-footed, elegant, leap - run - leap.
We blinked, and continued, past cows and sheep.

© Celia Warren 2019

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