Tonight I had a bonfire.
Not too good for mother, but very good for me.
Spiralling smoke curled onwards and upwards.
Wanton destruction of old *******.
Garden remnants and excremental furniture.
I feel cleansed.
My garden feels the same as me.
Flickering dancing colours whirl and crack.
Increased space in my garden,
Pleasure be only mine.
My tree is but a little charred, her magnificence it shall survive.
Next spring presenting blossoms and I know that she's alive.
Resilient she be.
My autumn, spring and summer tree.
(C) LIVVI