Wednesday, 27 May 2009

Primavera (first draft)


For once not mocked by cloud or Mother Nature
A village dozes in the warmth of Spring
Fusty rooms breathe through half open windows
Laburnums bring the pollen-heavy bees
And four-by-fours glide darkly down the road

Allotments burst with organic passion
The field is pocked with starlings from the trees
And rabbits play around the foxes' den
Dandelions gone, the buttercups succeed
And Blackthorn sloes begin their gentle set

Inside their houses villagers mistake comfort for safety, other plans aside
Beauty for soul...

At village end, earth movers wait,
Bindweed might be a better consummation

(Yes, I know it needs a lot of work!)

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