HIDE-ING ...

HIDE-ING ...

To All My Dear Friends, Especially Those With M.E. And Other Severely Life-Restricting Chronic Illnesses

Silently sitting,

In Hygge Hutte ...

              

It suddenly strikes me ...

It's quite like a hide ...

The resident squirrel

Runs hither and thither ...

Unheeding of me ...

Sitting inside.

The birds are flying ...

Back and forth ...

Occupied,

Engrossed ...

With what autumn brings ...

I'm impressed ...

And humbled

By these busy birds ...

And wish that...

Like them ...

I had wings ....

Ffion