Hospital windows

Hospital windows
reflect an iridescent sky
as colour turns to darkness.

pale shoots now growing

Tree

A tree I remembered, once tall,
with a limb severed by frost
and felled by a sudden wind,

saw change in the woodlands,
creep among the shadows,
and rise in the dawn like the sky.

The tree and its wound stands yet
with its broken branch beside it,
like a post, upright in the heather.

© BH, 2022

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A vignette. A fragment. A couple of days in hospital with a cheap pen and borrowed paper. I was channeling something naturalistic - as you do six floors up in a side-ward, on meds and waiting…