‘Oh, Hello morning.
That you come round again to visit,
is always a thing of wonder to me.’
And in return you say,
‘Hello Soul.
Its time to wake
and wear your colours,
like me.
Not the same as yesterday,
but a flourish here and there,
as new paints
arrived in the post,
opened and spread
just for the fun of it,
for re-creation.
Yes, Hello morning.
Today I’ll dress for me.
My soul will open
and who knows what will pour out.
That the person in the street I pass,
might look up from their step
and say,
‘Oh, hello’.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
March 2019
Living Tree Poetry 