making a start

April has just got to be my favourite month here in England

there is beauty everywhere you look, oh, and the colours

there's the freshest, the most delicate green of new leaves

just bursting from the buds of the willow tree by the river

and the quince, my word have you ever see the like of it

it's blossom petals are a colour I've no descriptive word for.

I went for a walk at lunchtime, time to get outside for a bit

time to breathe fresh air and walk thinking my thoughts

and looking, looking, there's so much to be seen by looking

and it helps when I'm trying to stay in the here and now

which besides anything else is a great way to spend a day

as spring time is when fresh starts abound all around me.

I look at colour swatches here at work as it's Friday afternoon

and skiving seems the only thing to do, a way to kick back

at the new Draconian regime of buzzers and clock watching

the colour nearest to it that I could find is called Carmine Red

so I take this colour and spread it about all over my memory

and it totally matches the beautiful flowers on the quince tree.

If I am not going to drown then I will have to learn to swim

I will have to learn to keep holding myself together regardless

well regardless of anything really, for drowning is no answer

and too many years have been wasted to that pursuit already

maybe if I keep acting whole it will make it happen some day

and I will look back and remember that I started in this way.

Well you never know do you I guess anything is worth a go
do you believe at all in the power of prayer, or is it chance
design, destiny, are deep truths contained in simple words
how simple is love, hope, faith ... as simple as fear, hurt, hate?
Somehow dark words resonate and that will have to change
If I have to choose one bright word, only one, it'll be HOPE.