Poetry

Feeding and Care of Baby

Bound tight in blankets
deep in a dark blue Silver Cross
beneath bare hawthorn branches
she has slipped their bony grasp.

Boughs writhe above her.
She tastes snowflakes as they fall.
High perched ravens rouse their feathers
against the bitter cold.

Dabs of green against the blue
shift and dance in the restless wind.
As white petals are to snow
blossom falls in drifts.

'Do not give in to crying. Baby needs time in the open air.'
Mother watching from the window as the covers stir.

Jenny Donnison