And love, lots of love 

Green shoots through grey sky and wall,
inspired abundant life.
Walking through the old iron gate
to the hidden garden on the bridge.
The heavy scent of mint
and oregano immediately assails me
and welcomes me in.
Dark compost thirstily absorbs water.
Like opening a treasure chest
revealing the rich darkness below
the unpromising lumpy top,
seeking out those friendly worms.
I drink the dew that gathers on leaves
of what we planted here –
where before there was just grass.
The joy of sowing seeds and planting seedlings,

smelling the soil and noticing
the worms and insects.
We need insects - insects need us.
Walking through Conwy,
squeezing past the tourists
along the narrow pavements -
then - lettuces, chives and spring onions!
Like a picture of joy
inside a wooden frame.
That’s a plum tree,
and here’s a pear,
there’s an apple tree over there.
Feeding the tummy,
nourishing the soil,
enriching the mind.
I want to see green poems
growing in the green spaces
like hardy helpful weeds in the good earth.
And Love, lots of Love.