a flag of sunlight
this cockerel-topped steeple
shines above the wood
you know the tree paths
squirrel where the twigs don’t touch
you swim the distance
a flag of sunlight
this cockerel-topped steeple
shines above the wood
you know the tree paths
squirrel where the twigs don’t touch
you swim the distance
while I chop onions
light slips into the kitchen
shadowed with birch leaves
invincible spring
bees in the apple blossom
predict the future
the last drops of light
hellebores hold their whiteness
frail as porcelain
bluebells in the ditch
only a hundred more years
till the inland sea
creeps foaming over oak roots
and slowly lifts the whole wood
dip your brush and swirl
the timelapsed dance of flowers
under the white sky
a simple spring pond
sleekly silted algal deeps
skimmed slick with the sky
between the houses
sun breathes the boiler exhaust
into spun-gold plumes
hearing the blackbird
in the first prickling of stars
springs of cold water
pressed tight to the ground
dandelions gaze upwards
satellite dishes