poetry diary

I rhyme to see myself, to set the darkness echoing. (Seamus Heaney, from Personal Helicon)

Month: April, 2013

At the kitchen window

This April morning,
my kitchen window is filled
with cherry blossom.


Spring is here.

Above the hedge

Contrails in blue sky,
crossing the green line dance of
quivering bamboo.


I planted bamboo outside our back door about 15 years ago. It’s now very tall – a wonderful plant.

The knowledge of spring

Released by a single coal tit
(lost in the patient scaffold
of a waiting tree) whose song
softens pale sunlight, stroking
white façades and blinking windows,
and stirring me to cross the street,

It’s in the edge and ebbing fall, too,
of that hedge’s shadow
on a fading snowdrop
beside a dozing fox;
her orange pelt and gently pulsing chest
creating warmth (while she lies still)
for all – her eyes half-closed,
she dreams of cubs.

I close my collar to the cold,
pull on my gloves and stamp
impatiently, which does no good;
the grass remains un-grown, un-mown,
and damp;
pavements hard, earth dark, skies still.
But then I draw a single breath;
onto my tongue it comes,
and I can taste it too.


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