I started with the intention of sharing a small abstraction of spring and a haiku, spare, in keeping with my sparsely furnished, lock-down cranium. But of course, the real joy of spring crept in to my workspace – inevitable – my wee granddaughter Mila Grace. Here she is asleep, a single grown-up thumb for reference! Mila’s Aunt Joanna kindly shared an image of hers that caught my eye on Facebook, and which I abstracted for future use and inspiration. Angel and angelic. The shock of colour from the slow to come flowers have a carpe diem shine and depth.
In Reading Room I illustrate the difference between last spring and this. A contemplative haiku by last year’s me, and a short verse, arisen fresh, the beginning for the Book of Mila, by me, Gramia.
