I tried to chase the sun but it eluded me
It ran so fast across the fields
Laid blankets of night over sown earth
Here and there fresh shoots emerge
I will be gone when the flowers arrive

Spring into life

Illustration by Melita White

Tsunamis of sunshine
Wash over me
Whispers of windcurrents
Wander my way
A tapdance of thunderclouds
Brings me the rain
In blankets of blades
Bright green I lay
Forests of flowers
Meet open eyes
A begging of buds
Tight tease and release
Sweepings of swallows
Whirl round my skull
A kinfolk of kittens
Softens and hums
Buzzings of blossoms
Feed and delight
Tickles of temporary
Spring into life


in the grass
lies skull of fox
and one of sheep
both climbed high
upon the hill
yet one climbed steep
and each decided
where to stop
and where to lie
upon the grass
and where they chose
they lay to die

it’s good to know
the shape and form
of one’s own skull
where side plates join
the ridge and crop
and where the rocks
stud growing grass
to know its hull
and sense its husk
its blackest holes
and highest peaks
from which to view
the fields below
where river runs
a squiggly line
that splits square fields
inscribes bleached hulls
bisects wild skulls