Mother’s Day   After a scuffle, I emerge into morning. As I struggle to wake, I can see that it’s stormy. I draw back the curtain: Raindrops abseil down the glass Diminishing as they slither and pass A security light flashes. The Eucalyptus tree stands tall, Casts windswept shadows on my bedroom wall, A slide show, of sorts. I pull the duvet up to my neck, stretch my legs, Wallow in the cosy warmth of bed. I savor the silence and empty stillness Shortly to be diffused with the morning chorus. It is already beginning: Hot water pipes start to … Continue reading Kate Ennals