For my physical being I choose:
to be nourished by bluebells and buttercups and wild roses
to be kept alive by fragrance
freely given and deeply drawn
in forests, on shores and at edges of precipices
for the whoosh of a flock of crows
to power my heart
that every late October find me a moment
to sit beside fothergilla
feasting with my eyes
and any fears be quieted
by the spring brush of a pussy willow
on my lips
these things would bear me
and I them
no harm done
All images are my own unless otherwise stated.