A Sun-Blessed Sunday

I relax outside a café

Opposite Victorian Whitchurch Library

on a sun-blessed Sunday morning.

Pink blossom floats onto the grass

overlooking a vibrant flowerbed

as a dog walker passes by

the sombre solider of the War Memorial,

a reminder of how fortunate I am

to drink an Americano on a day that resurrects my faith in life.

The tall elderly woman

resides on her usual bench

and as I stare upon this glorious view

all my problems, dissolve…like morning dew.

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Guy Fletcher, Rhiwbina