FNFDF

 I call: First New Forest donkey foal, yesterday, just East of Beaulieu.

And a young blackbird in the garden today.

On The Sea of Green

My garden dinghy sits atop its trailer on a wave of deeper grass, where the pigeons don't graze.

Around its prow, the sun brings out ripples of daisies and speedwell, like the sparkling reflections of light on water.

Cradled on a soupy sea; in still motion.

I wasn't ready

 Dad died two and a half weeks ago.