Pull hat on firmly -
heavy stone pins blank papers -
leaf-mirrors flashing
Two dandelions
brown-tipped, flowers withered, fused,
squeezed in sepal hoods.
Black cloud births a sun
another devours it. Thorns
bud-thick, rock the glare.
Overwintering
bramble's long-furred at the node -
hardy / foolhardy.
Wind scythes bottle-lip.
Brief sonorities. The dirge,
it seems, of a gleam.
YOU ARE READING
Greenclad.
PoetryIvy-jacketed, December oaks on road-borders shock their stark gestures at us now, through sun and sleet, that January will yawn at and February, propping eyelids, will desperately ignore, longing for blossom; and making do with the least of anything...
