For my lovely wife Fiona.
Today
Today was the day the sun shone brighter
reflected light on clear glass waltzing
Today was the day the grass grew greener
morning dewdrops gently smiling
Today was the day the planets sang,
straying from their path, aligning.
Today was the day the trees all flowered
though outside it is December
Today was the day the walls all crumbled
the ground beneath us quietly trembling
Today was the day the sky was bluer
filled with swooping murmurations
Today was the day when life restarted
born like mewling lambs in springtime
Today was the day
that I met you.
Tim Fellows 14 Feb 2019
Friday, 15 February 2019
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