As I start my car,
a warm smile of contentment
travels from my face to my heart
as I envisage the morning ahead.
My spirits lift as I drive through scenery
reminiscent of a huge, soft green eider-down
creased and bumpy
from the gentle tossing and turning
of the previous nights’ inhabitant.
Winding my way along the silent,
familiar road, I think to myself
that life can’t get much better.
Ensconced between tall regal hedges
like a row of soldiers on guard
my car travels safely, eagerly
towards my destination.
Turning a corner I see the familiar
grey sliver of warm smoke,
swirling its way
into the cold sky above.
I’m sure I can smell a freshly baked cake
or is it just the scent of friendship?
Stepping out of my car
I breathe in the fresh country air
and listen to the array of nature
that surrounds me.
As I walk through the heavy wooden door
the smell of the stove entices me in and I
settle myself in front of its warmth.
Wrapped in the arms of country life
and the heart of a good friend.
Love Alison x
Poem: ‘My friend Sue’. by Alison Fielding.