At last, a thrilling warmth and milk-fresh light
Announce the illimitable fullness of spring;
It’s there in the magpie’s rat-a-tat flight
And the terror the squirrel’s leap can bring.
Verge grass and spring wheat gyrate in the windDislodging the greedy linnet; unfriendly gorse
Muskily blooms whilst irises, determined
As barmaids, loll, magnificently coarse.
Meringue-like cumulus wanders the skyWorrying the chattering bluebells below;
Damp banks like biers where the dead daffodils lie
Will be purged for new growth by the groundsman’s hoe.
A seawater dusk displays Venus’ pearl:Since nipping dawn men have been fraught as bees;
Now, placid pigeons roost among leaves whose furl
Glows goldenly in the draining sun’s lees.
Not all is beauty: the rough-skinned dock swellsGrossly, leprous and kibbled, and spleenwort
Spoils all; but the laburnum’s butter-curl bells
Are cheerful, and forget-me-not is pert.
The pink emulsioned jay and bouncy wrenFuss for their young: girls in their summer show
Ripen for mating, root-making, children;
Their men sweat and provide; but if they sow
Shall they reap? Vainglory tempts them to the hill’s peak:If crossed, will they return with what they seek?
====================© May 2012