Purple Lady Poetry

Frost crystals concealing fragments
Of last year’s Summer heat.
Herbs sweet and bitter
Labelled, month and year; so neat.

That June, there was no knowing
Layers of emotions, frozen fast
Could mean so very much.
Things never ever last.

Remnants of your favourite meal
Give memory and savour.
What would I give to once again
Experience that flavour.

All that is here will have a use
And white space will have voice.
I will fill again; renew.
Fresh beginnings and new choice.

Life for me from now will be
To know all that is here.
No lost fruits to spring surprise.
No detritus here to clear.

Will this new land of silent space
Be full of new creation?
Will the certainty of life
Bring peace and consolation?