My body is a prisoner,
in a gilded cage
fluffed with love-feathers
for which I am grateful.
Yet how I long to air my mind -
for outdoor adventure,
a day at the beach,
a hike in the Pyrenees,
a trip to the city.
How I miss
my freedom!
But I shall not surrender to the slouch of sadness.
Instead,
I will fluff the love-feathers of my fabulous cage,
Inhale the summer-scented Spanish heat,
Enjoy a water adventure in the pool,
Swoon over the rich eccentricity of the agapanthus,
Admire the butterflies relishing the tiny red flowers by the front door,
Seek the kitten and its mother spotted among the tall grasses,
Watch the willow flirt with the breeze,
Ponder the possibility of a Cyprus tree,
Flatter the oleanders into offering new blooms,
Marvel at the wild agility of Oenothera (a.k.a Gaura),
Praise the geraniums for matching my nail polish,
Chirrup with the goldfinch,
And smile at the cicadas.
It didn’t take long to wish everyone could share my to-do list.
🌿☀️🦋🌸🐜🐥🦆🐇🐈
Blessings have been counted.
Also, @Jane Pike, I may even paint some more Shitty Birds 🦅🦢😀
I just finished the audible version of The Correspondent, by Virginia Evans, and loved it. Stunning production!
I wish you a lovely day,
Francesca xx
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