Night Time Swing
Growing up with a swing in the garden was idyllic. I would spend many happy daytime hours with my feet untethered from the ground, daydreaming. I was unaware that my mother would sometimes do the same at night, something I learned as an adult years later.
The house is asleep
I’m wide awake
I step outside to contemplate
I swing, gently, to and fro.
The quiet night air listens
My quandaries unravelling
My thoughts go travelling.
I swing, gently, to and fro.
My garden, my solace.
I am truly blessed
My mind rests.
I swing, gently, to and fro.
- Night Time Swing
- Mums Garden
- Folkestone
- Kent
- UK