1318
various blossoms
begin 
for Jean Kent 
someone is tipping the world again 
and faster than anyone flies 
this spin 
mulberry’s out trapping sun 
various blossoms begin
the cherry and the peach, much crocus 
jonquil already and everywhere wattle 
so many nameless
and some called weed
out of the compost 
first sly salutes
mulch makes its way to life
rose rise 
push petals round 
and scent the shop 
let’s not name the season
shall we say not yet 
it’s all sung for 
and some will laugh 
some to seed
the coriander!
now the branches 
breakfast decked
feathers will attend
a lily rise 
some trumpet too 
fanfare 
all for love 
the drawing in 
showers and shone
plaintive yet 
to a regret 
involved in such hearts
by no book 
myself come to colour
stretch 
these shapes!
no one could dream them up 
did anyone see the bud come? 
who was it first unfurled?
pumpkin sits for its sun 
who worships whom is hard to say
or can we catch this conversation 
come all ye insects, dance now 
we take this world so much as read
it takes us for a spin 
 
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.