When his wife sent a messenger one evening
Asking when he would come home
Sibelius replied that he was a composer
And not a fortune teller
It was the autumn of his life
And there was wisdom in his humour
…….
It is autumn now in Helsinki
And I am in that state of body- mind
With Sibelius in my ears
And the flowing lines
Of Aalto’s Art Noveau in my eyes
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Pretty city of gritty people
Of generous hearts and open minds
Undiminished by Baltic winters
And memories of Russian rule
……….
I will come back to stay longer
In this life or another
To savour the smiles and delve deeper
As an angler or a lover
Or just a dog whisperer
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An ordinary life 