Literary Vegan

The vine  Winds upwards, With its own energy Of light Inside its leaves. When I am still, And uninspired, It invites me  To be a part of The climb And creation Of beautiful things. To connect - Just a touch  The hem is enough -  To grow a bud Along the branches. Copyright LJ 2021

Don't you think it's  Enchanting That we can let an Orchestra Into our room While we drink tea? Or let birdsong fly Over the teapot? That we can bring The outside in - Wires and windows Manoeuvring  Sounds  While the walls stay Still But the liquid  Rippling? That we can drink In company? Copyright LJ 2021.

I never thought I'd take fresh air for granted Then the masks came  And the indoor rules And suddenly  I was gasping. Copyright LJ 2021.

Many animals know  Secrets of serenity But they won't tell you them. To learn you must Walk alongside A creature of moment -  It is a living kind of knowledge  With no spoken answer -  And yet their peace can be heard.  Copyright LJ 2021.

I place my rainbow rose Against a wall of red brick  So the yellow stands out, Swirled around violet and vibrant pink It may seem unnatural  To have inky blue leaves But the Sun gets the sunflower Let the rainbow have one, I think. Copyright LJ 2021.

A knowing Cheshire Cat moon Escorted me into the evening. I marvelled at the light blue hue After so much darkness and snow. Is this why he was smiling? I breathed in a suggestion of Spring In the air -  Relief into my soul. I walked under a shy blackbird just Beginning his nightly song Who is out there?  Something is awake. Change will follow. Copyright LJ 2021.

   Snow falls and ice forms  In front of the palace But the chill is inside Gliding down the chamber Her gown ghostly white, Watched by portraits Who cannot move But do not judge her - She only ever wanted to parade, To be seen. Copyright LJ 2021

The ground is covered in frost. Underneath, the frozen buds Are held in glass, Grass statues. Indoors I push my little Rose plant into each slither of sunlight  It smiles at me It's the least I could do. I turn my face to the window, Hold it in the fragile, momentary glow.  I understand the flowers In Winter, the gratitude.  Copyright LJ 2021

I stepped out of the Yellow light and  White noise Into the dark street Lined with trees. I had not managed to see the Sun - This was the best I could do. But the night blue Was filled with black shapes Singing, Singing into the night - Shadow songs, Phantom birds Making orchestras of branches Above my head. I had thought There was nothing beautiful left of the day by then - But the evening said: 'Listen' There is Everything. Copyright LJ 2021.