A Flame Relit.

Finally I feel I can start writing again after the loss of my Spaniel, Harvey.

In breath’s of green

spring binds the bough.

Pull’s colour to her breast,

broken twigs and feathers

caught to weave

a treasure chest,

tiny flickering beats of

time secure within

its heart, pulled from

death at winter’s turn

to call the flame

of embers lost.