Bright Anemones

Today was a very lazy, wet stay-at-home day. For the first time in a long time, I slept soundly for 8 hours! I made an apple crumble, finished a tax return, read the last chapter of a novel I was reading (The Maze Maker, by Michael Ayrton), finished the last bits on the Little Free Library I've been building for a friend, made Singapore noodles for dinner, and dug out all my old poetry that I wrote mostly in my 20s. 

I hadn't even thought about getting out to take photos, it was so grey, but at one point, the rain had let up to a light drizzle and I took a few shots of the remaining blooms in the back garden. I liked this one of the anemones, and thought it might go well with one of my old poems:

Degrees of Freedom

When the rains fall back
to the clouds which tear open
with toothed edges
to expose the sun,

& flowers shake off
the sweat beading on petals
that quaked
with fear of frost

then the wood paths call
to my smiling feet,
massaging callouses
with pine bark and clover