If Only
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Updated: Thursday 30th July 2009
Stiff limbs unwrapped from winter's wool,
I sit relaxed and easy
in the fresh spring green of the garden,
giving myself to the gentle warmth.
I want to harbour in my hands
this glittering Earth,
this crippled, bloodstained planet.
I long to lift it to the Sun
and watch it blossom
like the apple tree.