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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