A Heavenly Wardrobe...

When I get to heaven, I'll wear a dress of cherry blossom,
with wreaths of birdsong in my hair,
and shoes of gossamer thread.

I'll have a rainbow for a shawl,
the blue summer sky for a cloak,
a negligee of shimmering rain,
and a jumper of bonfire smoke.

When I get to heaven, I'll wear a gown of blazing sun,
and a necklace and diadem of dazzling stars,
and dressing will be so much fun!

"Happiness"

I am the winter sun coming up over the horizon;
I am a robin singing in a hawthorn tree;
I am a bunch of bright yellow daffodils;
I am a fountain pen with turquoise ink;
I am droplets hanging on a hedgerow;
I am bryony berries, strung along a fence like red fairy beads;
I am sweet sleep;

I am laughter;
I am a joke shared with a friend;
I am the softest fur on my dog;
I am fresh bed linen;
I am the solving of a cryptic crossword puzzle;
I am summer's heat;

I am the delicate lime green of the first leaves of spring;
I am bright orange and deep purple;
I am the smell of woodsmoke hanging in the crisp autumn air;
I am the smell of damp earth;
I am a vole running across the garden;
I am a blackbird singing at dusk;

I am chocolate slab;
I am home-made ice-cream;
I am pasta and pesto with peccorino cheese;
I am self-knowledge;

I am that high lonesome Bluegrass sound;
I am the deep throbbing of a helicopter as it flies low overhead;
I am rain drumming on the roof at night;
I am a red kite mewling to its mate;

I am a parcel from the postman;
I am an e-mail in my inbox;
I am Morecambe and Wise;
I am Calvin and Hobbes;
I am Pride and Prejudice re-read for the hundredth time;
I am a hug from a child;

I am puffy white clouds;
I am sunlight;
I am creamy-white plum blossom against a blue sky;
I am paddling in an icy cold stream;
I am strength in my limbs;
I am Psalm 19;

I am happy.

Life...

This morning I watched the sun come up - a great big, egg-yolk yellow ball, pulsing with life. On either side of it, the clouds spread out in baby pink, fading gradually into the pale blue of the wintry sky; and down below, on the horizon, hiding behind the spidery silhouettes of a row of bare trees, lay the Chilterns, all dressed in smoky purple.
Up above me, in a hawthorn tree, a robin warbled away, singing its heart out. What a way to welcome a new day! Life doesn't get much better...

Aerial displays

Yesterday I saw two red kites clawing and tumbling in the air as they fought for food territories - which must, I imagine, be getting scarce now the harsh wintery weather has set in. And this morning, as I stood in the garden watching the sun rise in a glowing blaze of pink and tangerine, to my great delight two light aircraft appeared in the sky above me, flying perfectly synchronised loop-the-loops amidst hazy wreaths of pink and purple clouds...