Squally March Afternoon

A rush of air sucks breathFrom the lungsThe stride shortens Head lowers I dig deepPeppered by bullets Of shrapnel as hailStings the faceAnd skimsThe tops of the hedgesAnd turn intoThe sunken lane Where primroses hide Like Porcelain tea cupsOn rattling shelvesAnd acid celandineStands askewWith bent petals Made ragged by last night’s Storm Not yet spentVioletsContinue reading “Squally March Afternoon”

Subtle Change

Tightly wrapped From sight AmidstA world preoccupied Beneath leaden skies and rainA sense of stealth prevails In the darknessAcross a slightly lengthened dayA stirring The pallid canvas is being alteredWith strokes of greenA snowdrop carpet covers the soilSmudge of yellow stain marks early daffodilsSubtlety in detail There was no announcement made.Not fully light And theContinue reading “Subtle Change”