Sitting early morning in the chair
Counting the flowers that have been, no longer there:
Surprised by snowdrop
Atoned through aconite
Joy abundant daffodil
Loud the Bluebell
Whispered a cowslip
And now yon backwash of greens
Other colour hardly seen
I wait the rose, of course
Japanese anemone promising
Mallow soon be showing pink
Wallflower round the garden sink
And I shall rise the same,
From this auld chair
A moving to the window,
Stand and stare.🙏