May 2020 – Bye, bye

June 15, 2020 § Leave a comment

25th May

The air is so light,

no wonder night falls softly

like a purple net.

 

I wish I could sleep

on a field, or at least not

to be anywhere

 

near to whatever

could provoke winter’s return,

ever again. Like

 

a child’s biggest wish.


27th May

Nothing can blow up

wishes faster than north winds.

Self confident like

 

a Scot in a kilt,

move sun and light farther south.

The trees now resist,

 

bent and return fast

into line. No one tells them

what to do in May.

 

They’re full with birds’ nests.

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