No heat and dust behind my closed doors. My bare rooms are filled with space and silence. Too long a prisoner, captive in a cage, Now I can get back again to Nature. In the summer grass and trees have grown. Over my roof the branches meet.
Birds settle in the leaves.
I enjoy my humble place. Ploughing s done, the ground is sown, Time to sit and read my book. The narrow deeply-rutted lane Means my friends forget to call. Content, I pour the new Spring wine, Go out and gather food I ve grown. A light rain from the East, Blows in on a pleasant breeze.