Back from the Brink

Last night I returned from a week away
to my garden left to sizzle in the sun.
The pond was all but dry.
A week of drought
saw my everlasting sweetpeas
almost non-existent;
leaves dried brown and brittle,
but for one stem, strong and green,
whose buds had now opened - thrilling,
shocking pink.

Today, all day, it's rained and blown a gale.
The sweetpea's bending and bowing, but still
the blooms shine on.
The plant will, after all, be everlasting,
I'm willing to think.

And the empty pond is slowly, slowly filling.

© Celia Warren 2017

Off out to Dartmouth now to hear David Starkey talk about Henry VIII. (I have a suspicion that I spotted him at the HarperCollins party last week, too!)