Today I watched a mother do a reflexology on her son. Outside on a lawn in the sunshine. A passing brimstone did not disturb the moment. I am just sitting here among the bird song and pink rhodedendrons.
The mullioned windows of Rufford Old Hall reflect the sun. Still the birds sing against a one sided phone call and the hum of traffic on the main road. A shiny little beetle crawls between the courtyard cobbles and a lone wasp investigates the old brickwork.
All the time the birds sing. I wonder where that chiff chaff is ? The blackthorn hedge is in a drift of white blossom.
such love in springtime
did I really feel her touch
the kiss of sweet song.
(C) EPM (haibun)