.
all the games
for their own fine sakes alone
storms of cards and balls
.
.
all the games
for their own fine sakes alone
storms of cards and balls
.
.
gap in the hedge
where a new world beckons
the impossible sun
.
.
.
multitudinous larks
still ascend this unreal air
corrupted grasses
.
.
beech bank arbour
where strong roots grip the green shade
-here there be fairies-
.
.
canting gravestones
which killed the leaping Joy
yet spry winds from the stars
.
.
ragged ash tree
lives yet in the spore-filled wind
contagion undone
.
.
dusty sparrows
chit-chat in the heatwave
blue-sky song
.
.
hurt crow
creeps in the long grass
her lurching retreat
.
.
green glade
beside a mill-stream
the wonder
.
relentless blue skies
two egrets’ sudden flying
unblemished white
.