RAZD writes:
When I got out of hospital I was struck by how green trees were, it was like augmented perception.
I'm not a cancer survivor yet, but I recognize that green.
Twenty five years ago I survived a terminal diagnosis.
My first ex-hospital spring, I wrote
Convalescence:
quote:
Today the redbud tree
and the dogwood take the air.
Dandelions rise and blink
above the uncut grass
at Azalea,
bounding over the hill
and blazing with love and relief.
What the body believes is real.