RESPITE

For Russell, of M.E. Association

I absolutely have to escape.

I need to, I must, go out today.

It sounds as though I’m in prison,

Which, of course, I am…....

In an M.E. way.

I cross the road for a gentle walk,

In my near and constant refuge, the park.

Here, heat had dealt a bludgeoning blow,

Its ferocity had left its mark.

The weekend storms had taken their toll.

But – I smell the still-lingering fragrance of rain.

And, although broken branches litter the ground,

The grass is beginning to green again.

Distant hills show no forest fires,

Of the smouldering smoke, now not one wisp.

So I welcome this temporary respite,

Till the next heatwave…..

When Nature burns to a crisp….
(again....)

Ffion