En route to our Solothurn to Grenchen hike, we were gifted with a splendidly sunny start. My Auntie Glen had just had her keyhole surgery and I was thinking about her a lot and all the warmth and love that she brings into my life. These feelings merged with the sunlight and developed into the following poem.
Obstinate shards beam through grubby glass
My slit-eyes prised open by the surging sunshine
No two are the same, declare the pithy puffs of chimney smoke billowing from ephemeral factories
I think of you.
Your eternal warmth swathed in clinical cotton,
itching for the relief of routine.
The kindness of your nature lingering as I conclude;
We are the sum of all the blessings that we count.