In The Garden, by Ruth H

In the quiet, in the stillness, I breathe in, I breathe out.

To my right a blackbird flits to a branch.

He shares his song, spent, he is gone.

I breathe in, I breathe out.

I count resting in the spaces in between.

I sink soothingly into the garden sounds.

 

In the quiet, in the stillness, I breathe in, I breathe out.

A cool breeze gently passes by,

Tickling through my hair, lifting and falling.

I breathe in, I breathe out.

I count resting in the spaces in between.

I lean back being wrapped within the breeze.

 

In the quiet, in the stillness, I breathe in, I breathe out.

Slow and calm my thoughts lazily pass by,

I see them on paper, falling to the floor, a matter for later.

I breathe in, I breathe out.

I count, resting in the spaces in between.

One more breath, one more moment.

A huge thank you to Ruth for sharing this lovely poem. Written during the Creative Mindfulness course at our Monksdale Allotments, Ruth’s words describe the calming space of the allotments beautifully.