Poem: The Orchard

White lilies of the field,

Agapanthus, chrysanthemum & pungent carnations from The Valley.

These kisses fill my basket.

The promise, an urge to saturate your air.

Then breathe you in with summer.

To perfume your senses .

To plant an orchard of cherry blossom in your heart.

Then deep in the autumn of life.

The sweet red fruit digested,

Our bodies nourished and strong.

Spit out the pips of our togetherness.

Kernels pregnant with spirit.

Enriching those fields from which we so freely plucked in youth.

Liam. July 2017