A flower
surprises from the stonework
moss
grows on a wall
‘How do we live in ruins?’
Roots
entwine and tangle up
a vine
clambers through a roof
‘A magical place.’
A tree
soars up from the lounge
birds
flit through the rafters
‘Retain heritage.’
A brook
burbling by the windows
a breeze
tumbles through the trees
‘It’s a dance.’
Trees
rotten and old fall
sunlight
invades and burns
‘Can only emerge with the passing of time.’
Ferns
drip delightfully in the rain
algae
springs green hues
‘A new important chapter.’
Flowers
spring around a corner
gravel
crunches beneath my feet