From here I’ve seen
thousands of suns,
the days end with copper glints
through languorous trees. Summer’s
apogee is seed of summer’s end, sure
as swifts scream out the balm of night.
A fast-forward pipistrelle delays
the drawing curtains, ever
thankful for the light.
On the windowsill the sphinxing cat
the way to live
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Where I grew up, which was once part of the Danelaw, we called it ‘keck’, a common name for cow parsley; some call it wild chervil, or even Queen Anne’s Lace. Well, it sounds like an ancient Norse word, but it could equally be good old Old English. Either way, it is characteristic of this time of year, as spring turns into summer.
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Nature will provide
There’s enough for you and me
Riches all around
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The other day I had cause
to open your wardrobe and shoes
fell out like maggots
from a corpse.
A pair for every day of the year
Try as I might
I couldn’t get them all back, for
I don’t have your gift
for packing or hoarding. So I
put some in my wardrobe
because I don’t buy any shoes.
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A light held aloft
nature’s path to liberty
treasure in a field
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A favourite old Authorised King James Version Bible can be an interesting subject of study. This is from school days, leather satchels and shorts.
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