It is too easy to forget

It is too easy to forget

Sitting on lush green grass

So closely together there was no space

For the wind to find a way through

Shoulders, knees and heads touching

Leaning in, ever so gently

Strawberries and cream

Chardonnay from a ColdBox

Gazing out toward a distant horizon

Beyond the ruins of Holy Island

The sand so golden

It calls out for footprints

The first snowdrop

Pushing through hard ground

Something so soft

Its fragility an integral part

Of its beauty

So powerful

Splitting the earth asunder

In just a few months there are

Bluebells

Moss grows everywhere

Birds are joyous

The look in the eye of a Stoat

When it spies a bowl of grapes

On a tartan rug

Beneath the trees at High Beech

Barely breathing we watch a miracle,

Close enough to touch

Frost on the inside of a window

Snowflakes melting on an outstretched palm

Weeping angels

The peaceful moment

In a churchyard before rain

Waiting for the sun to break through

From behind a cloud

Illuminating the stained glass

Rose window

Of Durham Cathedral

Holding hands in the cinema

Sharing a milkshake

Two straws

Feeling the warm breath

In a whisper

Only you can hear…

The best kind of secret

So easy to remember

Too easy to forget…