I’ve had a horrible virus the last few days. The UK is falling apart and the plans seem to be to take life on earth down with it. So I think the dreadful lurching of this poem reflects that. Maybe a bit Emily Dickinson if you want to be kind? I’m quite pleased with the painting though! Taken from a photo from April 2019.
Hello you!
Young Juniper, how do you do?
Are you growing strong and true?
Do you admire your mountain view
Under autumn skies of blue?
Juniper, to tell it true
I feel so very far from you
The blacker clouds obscure my view
The empty lands where forests grew
Are what I see
But, Juniper
If I reach out, and in, to you
Trying to find the precise hue
Of a past spring's mountain view
I know that I was there with you
And I did plant you, and you grew
And I did see a forest new
Juniper, you're still there, and I am too.
Lesne's Earwig 